You Can’t Tell The Difference Between Ciroc & Skyy Vodka

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By: Eden Hansom

I love a challenge. I also love being right. So when my future brother-in-law tried to argue with me that he had a “sophisticated” palette and could tell the difference between vodkas….I just had to shut the shit down. 

Yesterday, while I was tending the bar, him and my sister came by to kick it with me and I decided to put his palette to the test. 

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You Can’t Tell The Difference Between Ciroc & Skyy Vodka

edenhansom:

      

By: Eden Hansom

I love a challenge. I also love being right. So when my future brother-in-law tried to argue with me that he had a “sophisticated” palette and could tell the difference between vodkas….I just had to shut the shit down. 

Yesterday, while I was tending the bar, him and my sister came by to kick it with me and I decided to put his palette to the test. 

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I Know My Soul

I plucked my soul out of its secret place,
And held it to the mirror of my eye,
To see it like a star against the sky,
A twitching body quivering in space,
A spark of passion shining on my face.
And I explored it to determine why
This awful key to my infinity
Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace.
And if the sign may not be fully read,
If I can comprehend but not control,
I need not gloom my days with futile dread,
Because I see a part and not the whole.
Contemplating the strange, I’m comforted
By this narcotic thought: I know my soul.

- Claude McKay