If you're gonna be a baby about a little melted water, just go ahead and buy these. I'm tired of hearin' your whinin' and twinin'.

You kids today. So friggin' spoiled. In my day, we didn't have fancy whiskey cubes. We'd just go out back and pick up some rocks out of the yard and throw them in the glass. Sometimes we'd brush off the dirt, sometimes we wouldn't. A little grit between the teeth never hurt nobody.

Now you all gotta have these reusable stainless steel cocktail cubes because you're all just a bunch of namby pambies afraid of a little melted water in your drinks.

Believe me, if you were drinking what we were drinking back then, melted ice cubes were the LEAST of your worries. Let's just say if something crawled in there and died, we drank it anyway. And if it crawled in there, did the back stroke for a bit and then crawled out, we knew the stuff wasn't strong enough.

Anyway, go ahead and drink up. That's my grandma's famous recipe. Yes, she was a handsome woman. Thanks for saying so.

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