Decanter Fever

It seems as if every rich white guy in the movies have one thing in common. They always own Whiskey/Scotch Decanters. These lavish booze dispensers tell people one thing, they are better than you because you are relatively poor. They also always have them on wooden tables under a window where they can gleam and shine right into your eye reminding you of your terrible life where you can’t just pay for hookers to “disappear”.

When anyone walks in the rich white guy grabs a glass and starts to poor then looks up and says “would you like a drink?” and the other person almost never takes it unless they are a raging alcoholic.

Here is the point. I want eight of them, at least. I don’t care if I have a house or not, I will live in a decanter box for all I care. It will be sort of sad just because they will be empty, unless I have the right liquids in which case, they will be full of love. I refuse to fill them with mediocre liquid.

If I am not getting wasted off of something that costs more than Patron I don’t deserve it.