You dare insult Jim Beam? You must be what we red-blooded Southerner's call a "foreigner." Did the border patrol give you some sass, son? Did you eat some bad Freedom Fries? What's your problem with the finest blended bourbon made in the finest state in the finest country in God's whole earth? Hell, it's the best sellin' bourbon in the WORLD, son, and that includes whatever piss-ant country you're from.
I'm gonna guess you don't like Coca-Cola either - another fine southern product perfectly suited for mixin' with Jimmy B. I'm also gonna guess you don't like pussy, red meat, apple pie, pick up trucks, or black-powder firearms either. Well listen here, we got God, Guns, Guts, and Beam and we don't need your foreign opinions of our fine adult beverages. Keep 'em to yourself, limey (and I don't care if you aren't from England, you're all limeys to me). Hell, even this pansy likes Beam - you tougher than him?

You are probably a socialist, concerned about things like gas mileage and global warming. Well, son, you keep worrying about your fancy "science" and "poor people," and I'll sit back and sip on this fine bourbon & ice. Tasteless? Weak? That's what we call SMOOOOOTTTTHHH son. Smooth as your girlfriend's ass, and believe me, she likes southerners - she does the boot-scoot boogie in my bed if you know what I mean. She don't like your silly accent either.
** Note: this was a joke. I like your accent. I don't even really like Beam - I'm an Evan Williams fan myself ($10 a bottle, how can you go wrong?). I don't even know your girlfriend, execpt carnally, and I'm pretty sure she doesn't remember me - she was drinking a lot of tequila.