Buffalo Trace, SIMs and Google spoofing… and Online Marketing 8.21.20

The Following Things Should Be Virtual ForeverMaybe if I was a neon light
I’d lead your car right back to my door
Oh, maybe if I was a jukebox needle dropping on a drinking song
You’d want one more
If my name was Whiskey
Maybe right now you’d miss me

‘Hoop Dreams’ at 25: The movie may have ended, but the story plays onWhat good can drinkin’ do, what good can drinkin’ do?
Lord, I drink all night but the next day I still feel blue.
There’s a glass on the table, they say it’s gonna ease all my pain,
And there’s a glass on the table, they say it’s gonna ease all my pain.
But I drink it down, an’ the next day I feel the same.
Gimme whiskey, gimme bourbon, give me gin.
Oh, gimme whiskey, give me bourbon, gimme gin.
‘Cause it don’t matter what I’m drinkin’, Lord, as long as it drown this sorrow I’m in.
Buffalo Trace Distillery Continues to ‘Raise the Roof’ on its $1.2 Billion Bourbon Production ExpansionThere was a time, I could drink my cares away
And drown out all of the heartaches
That hurt me night and day
When the thought of you came crashing thruough
I’d have one more
But now the whiskey ain’t workin’ anymore

The Secret SIMs Used By Criminals to Spoof Any NumberOne bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain’t seen my baby since I don’t know when
I’ve been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I’m gonna get loose
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don’t you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
How the Oreo cookie went from unknown knock-off to the world’s most popular cookie, as a result of a sibling rivalry between baker brothersI’m drowning in a whiskey river
Bathin’ my memory’s mind in the wetness of its soul
Feeling the amber current flowing from my mind
To a warm and empty heart you left so cold
Whiskey river, take my mind (whiskey river take my mind)
Don’t let her memory torture me (don’t let her memory torture me)
Whiskey river, don’t run dry
You’re all I got, take care of me

Drink like Da Vinci: Italy is bringing back its 17th-century ‘wine windows’She ain’t into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose and
She can’t stand the thought of sippin’ champagne
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain’t enough good burn in Tequila she needs
Somethin’ with a little more edge and a little more plain
She’s my little whiskey Girl
She’s my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like ’em rough