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Old Man rejected by the Veg !

As a young lad I enjoyed the old time Barber Shop. Clubman and Osage Rub were used regularly and they were wonderful. One day I noticed a bottle of Veg and asked the old Barber about it. He said it was a brew used for special occasions, and it either liked you or totally dis-liked you. I requested it and was positive that with my boyish charm I would be accepted. To my horror I was utterly rejected. Many years passed and as a young man in the Military I tried the Veg again and alas was rejected for a second time. 30 years passed and as a middle aged man I made a 3rd attempt. The rejection was harsh and brutal. I promised myself I would accept defeat. 20 more years passed and in the twilight of my years, on this very night, with a small Veg sample I shaved and decided to try for acceptance for the last time. I felt the Veg may finally show some sympathy. The veg was merciless. There will be no more attempts. I accept defeat and definitely state, "I am not one of the chosen.:sad:"[
 
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A damn shame if you ask me. I'm going to give the Veg another shot, but first to decant into glass and then try.

So far our stories are similar. Perhaps if I am not chosen this next go I will wait until out of the military. IT COULD HAPPEN. I COULD BE CHOSEN. *sigh*
 
Rejected is such a harsh term. The Veg has a benevolent and compassionate spirit. It would not stoop to such cold and harsh displays of disconent such as rejection. The Veg has no hard feelings towards you. You were simply not chosen.
 
The Veg and I have a strange relationship. I'm not chosen, but not rejected. Vegetal Limbo, that's what it is. SWMBO rejects it, so it doesn't have a place in my den. Special Reserve? Cuir d'Aribie? C&S Cuba? Now those I can wear with gusto, but not the Veg. Body chemistry is a harsh mistress...
 

Hirsute

Used to have fun with Commander Yellow Pantyhose
Congratulations. I believe this confirms that you are a distinguished gentleman of discriminating taste and fine manners.
 
As a young lad I enjoyed the old time Barber Shop. Clubman and Osage Rub were used regularly and they were wonderful. One day I noticed a bottle of Veg and asked the old Barber about it. He said it was a brew used for special occasions, and it either liked you or totally dis-liked you. I requested it and was positive that with my boyish charm I would be accepted. To my horror I was utterly rejected. Many years passed and as a young man in the Military I tried the Veg again and alas was rejected for a second time. 30 years passed and as a middle aged man I made a 3rd attempt. The rejection was harsh and brutal. I promised myself I would accept defeat. 20 more years passed and in the twilight of my years, on this very night, with a small Veg sample I shaved and decided to try for acceptance for the last time. I felt the Veg may finally show some sympathy. The veg was merciless. There will be no more attempts. I accept defeat and definitely state, "I am not one of the chosen.:sad:"

I'm very sorry, but you are no less a man in my eyes. Atleast you tried. :)
 
Have you tried decanting the Veg into a glass bottle? I have been Chosen for many years, but yesterday I moved it into a glass bottle, and I like it even more.
 
Nothing to be ashamed of. I have recently been chosen by the Veg. I will wear it proudly in your honour.
 
Ah! The classic tale of love unfulfilled. Dante and Beatrice move over. Make room for Littlemax and Veg. Courage man. Console yourself for, just as there are more fish in the sea, there are more splashed in the medicine cabinet.
 
The Veg is like scotch. You either love it or hate it, there is no in between. I hate scotch, but love a good vodka. I was not chosen, but will happily enjoy my other splashes along with my Grey Goose.
 
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