This may be the most worthless junk entry yet. This stuff is worthless crap I have that rivals the story behind my Matilda Bay bottle. (Sit tight, it's coming.)

It's a collection of "airplane" style single serving booze bottles. Now you're thinking "what the hell is Ricochet going to tell us about booze bottles". Well let me tell you a little story...

I happen to be a bit fan of single malt scotch. For those who don't know, "single malt" means that it is a batch of scotch that was created and aged on it's own. It wasn't mixed for taste. Therefore, it makes a good sippin' scotch and a pricey one at that. I think these little bottles sell for $6 each.

Ever since I got my first credit card, I was living in debt. I fell into the trap. I got another card, then another and a gas card, and then I got stupid. I got into student loan hock and started supplementing the radio spud boy's salary with credit cards. Then I bought a computer with monitor when that cost $1300. I drove many miles from Cleveland to Toledo and Toledo to Memphis. Then, I was out on my Clear Channel ass when "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahah" was cheaper than our live and local morning show. I actually ignored the creditors on the phone on the last day in Toledo as I cashed in pennies at a a 7 cent per $1 change machine to have food and gas dough. I left Toledo for Louisville with Ted Nugent playing "Stranglehold" for greener pastures.  8.00 an hour and a roomie that could split the cost of a cheaper bachelor pad with.

It was in Louisville that I discovered the wonders of high end booze. Single malt scotch, single barrel KY bourbon, blue agave tequila... I also heard from Dave Ramsey, a talk show money maven that somehow got through to my credit card model. "GET OUT OF DEBT!" What a revolutionary thought. I started by paying off the gas card and paying cash for gas, and went up the debt ladder from there.

It got better and better and better until all my credit cards were done and then I put the quickening on what was left of my car payment and I was done. I had moved back to Cleveland, got a steady gig and found myself debt free. So, to celebrate, when I went back to Louisville for "Thunder Over Louisville" (America's biggest fireworks show) and bought a bottle of the above to celebrate. Whew. Still with me? No? Yes?  Hell there is more...

"Dewars" is a blended scotch. As I was growing up, we would fly every winter to Florida for a week of fun in the sunburn. Mom dressed us up in suits the first time, just like everyone used to do when they flew. Of course, the sunburn my brother and I had made it terribly uncomfortable flying back. Mom would get a bottle or two to drink, and I thought that was cool.  Then, I stopped flying. I liked to drive everywhere. One day in 2006, I was offered the chance to go to Orlando to appear on the longest running furry puppet show on the net. Never mind that I was nervous to fly after 18 years of not flying. The one thing that I always wanted to do, was...drink like mom used to do :)  I got that bottle of JACK and choked it down but on the way back I changed to Dewars and never looked back.  I guess I only drink that stuff when I fly. Otherwise, it's PABST for me.

The bottle of "TANQ" I purchased on a whim after one of my trips down to FL exposed me to the wonders of a GIN martini. I still haven't cracked it open. The bottle of YAAAAAAAAAAAAAGERMEISTER also is uncracked.

You see, at the Memphis Furmeet a few years back, a friend of mine invented the "Whoodamn". It was a mixed drink intended to make the drinker say "YUCK" but it made said drinker go 'WhOOOO... DAMN!"  It's equal parts of cheap tequila, triple-sec, vodka, rum and cranberry juice and then the rest is fruit punch.  Yikes. A few cons later, we had some variations. If you ran out of any of the above, you has a "Jesus Christ". Then one night, we added butterscotch schnapps and some YAAAAAAGERMEISTER and that became the "OH NO YOU DI'NINT" Yes we did. I bought this little bottle so I could recreate this concoction, but it's sat in my freezer for 5 years.

That's it Boozehounds. Take a drink. ARF! -Ric