Monopoly on a friday night, im so cool. We got the Monopoly board out after a less than fulfilling round of the game of global domination, or Risk, for all of you that have never been indoctrinated in this classic game of warfare- with dice and little plastic armies. Spook's gray army took root in Australia and the Philippines, thanks to an ill-advised maneuver by a novice, and quickly spread westward like some skin-rotting communicable disease.
Addition: For the record, my buddy Spook and I had to call the monopoly game a draw at about 1:30 in the morning. We weren't tired of playing, but we were quite whiskey drunk and the ping-pong table was calling our names. Speaking of whiskey, if you have the means, I highly recommend picking up a bottle of Russel Reserve, a 10 year old bourbon brought to you by the fine folks at Wild Turkey. It's smoother than just about any bourbon I've ever had. It begs to be poured over ice and sipped all by itself. Dangerous.
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