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Maker’s Mark, the official whisky of Habitual Entertainment, has bestowed upon me the finest of honors. My name has been “etched into bourbon history!”

My name etched into bourbon history, bourbon barrel

I now have my name etched onto my own Maker’s Mark barrel. 6-7 years from now the bourbon, MY bourbon, will be ready for consumption.

Fancy pants certificate designed to make me feel special and encourage alcoholism.

I’m actually more of a Bulleit bourbon fan, but they don’t put my name on stuff and send me certificates. I’m a sucker for that shit.

Rather than do a post-Fallcon report myself I’ll just link to Sarah’s over at the Daily Crosshatch. It’s funnier than what I’d do anyway.

Update:

The final tally for the fistacuffs fight:

82,737 votes for Die-ities

4 votes for myself and Mr. Sunshine

I haven’t endured such a soul crushing defeat since I lost the 6th grade student body presidency to Nikki Mason. I still remember the speeches that I gave. I campained for a longer lunch period, set aside reading time, and a new pencil sharpener. That Nikki Mason simply asked for your vote.

But Nikki Mason had many admirers. And I was just a kid with a mullet.

Check out the continuing mayham HERE.