ROBIEWANKENOBIE

I have done my best. There just comes a point, however, at which I throw up my hands and declare, "fuck this." After year upon year of struggling to enjoy a kentucky specialty, I'm throwing in the towel. The first one? I never like it. Hands down never...I always have another. I know full well that the next one is going to be just as foul, but I feel somehow obliged to try another. Today? I formally, and publicly, shed my indenture. Bourbon balls? You are dead to me.