Because there’s still 13 months of probation left?
I was at a music festival and the OP was painted onto a little sign. I saw an older fella jostle his way through some browsers to get to it. He looked so happy as if someone finally understood his dilemma and validated it. Cash was produced and the man walked away happy.
I only tuck into the rum when there is no beer.
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Anything with it?
Nah. The Bowmore’s drunk neat. No ice, no water. Just scotch. Well, scotch and 80% dark chocolate. 
When we went to Belize last year, we found that we really, really like One Barrel Rum, which is basically the national rum. We don’t even much care for alcohol, as a general rule… but we love this stuff.
Unfortunately, it’s not normally imported into the US. However, here in Washington, it can be special ordered- if you order a case of it.
We ALWAYS have rum, now. I’m now trying to get a case of their coconut rum.
I mostly agree: IMnshO, Keira Knightly is what makes rum attractive.
Gosling’s Black Seal Rum tagline: Since 1858, one of the finest rums widely unavailable.
That’s because when you put it on ice and add a splash of ginger beer, it’s basically the most desirable drink ever. EVER.
I do like rum on occasion but seems to remind me of Southern Comfort way too much. Worst hangover ever.
Even today when I go to the liquor store I look away at the Southern Comfort bottles. Have you ever had a three day hangover?
Not a pretty sight.
It’s not healthy to drink for three days straight.
If I bought rum it would be for a purpose: drinking it all.
That’s why no rum at my house.
I can keep wine around the house for months. Give me a bottle of Scotch/Whiskey/Bourbon it’ll be here ten years from now when you come looking for it.
Don’t leave vodka, tequila or rum around my house. It’s a goner.
This is the reason that I’ve learned to pace myself. No binge drinking for me!
For the same reason that no household ever runs out of salt.
Woot! I just got a call from the Washington State Liquor office (or whatever it’s called). There’s a delay due to labeling, but I should be able to get a case of the coconut rum I like so much- in a few weeks.
So, yes rum.
Nah mate, after three days it’s not healthy to stop. 
Oh, and dactylic hexameter, a Dark and Stormy is the only worthwhile thing to use rum for besides Mai Tais. And I don’t drink Mai Tais anymore.
However I do have half of a case of Evan Williams left that I’m slowly churning my way through but I always seem to be running low on sweet vermouth.
Might I suggest the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster?
Some traditional Sea Shanties seem in order…
Dress me up in me oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks I’ll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I’m taking a trip, mates
And I’ll see you someday on Fiddlers’ Green
Oh, Fiddlers’ Green is a place I’ve heard tell
Where fishermen go if they dont go to Hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
Where the sky’s always blue and there’s never a gale
Where the fish jump on board with a swish of their tails
Where you lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do
And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew
When you get back to dock and your long trip is through
There’s pubs, and there’s clubs, and there’s lassies there, too
The girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there’s bottles of rum growing on every tree
Well I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
And I’ll play me old squeezebox as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me this song
When I was a little boy my mother always told me
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe
That if I did not kiss the girls my lips would all grow moldy
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe
Once in my life I married a wife but she was fat and lazy…
Then I met an Irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy…
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul and sing together
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe
Once I was in Ireland, a-digging turf and taters
But now I’m on a Limey ship, a-hauling on the braces
St. Patrick drove away the snakes, then drank up all the whiskey
This made him dance and sing a jig, he felt so fine and frisky
’Way, haul away, we’re bound for better weather
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe
You call yourself a second mate but you can’t tie a bowline
You cannot even stand up straight when the ship it is a-rolling
The cook is in the galley making duff so handy
The captain’s in his cabin drinking wine and brandy
’Way, haul away, the good ship now is rolling
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe
Finally we’re done, and at last it is time
To drink our ration of whisky and rum!
Oh, molasses Old New England tea
It killed my grandpa, killed my pa
And it sure as Hell is killing me
Singing, oh molasses, oh molasses rum
And of course:
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
What shall we do with a drunken sailor
Ear-ly in the morning
Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Way, hey, up she rises
Ear-ly in the morning
Put him in the bilge and make him drink it