whiskey is the devil. especially jack
on my 21st i had 16 shots of my best friend jose cuervo. i was still running around and jumping, twirling, laying on my back and watching the cieling spin, you know all the things normal drunbks do. MY roommate, who is a BIG jack fan, said "here take this." All on an empty stomach. Now I was still good to make 22 shots (the were doubles). 4 shots of jack and I had to sit down. 30 minutes later i burped one of those burps when you know its over. Then my mouth started to water like i had taken a straight shot of everclear. But i hadnt. SO I ran to the bathroom and let go. 30 seconds later i walked out and thought i was done. Jack had other ideas. So i'm good for now, most of the liquor is out of my stomach. The party heads up to the bedrooms. Thats when jJack decides hes gonna bother me some more. I leave my birthday present in my bed and go to pray. Jack gets out the brass knucks and goes to works on my stomach and head. I actually passed out in the bathroom and there are pictures floating around town to prove it.
So in conclusion. Whiskey is the devil, and Jack Daniels is his prophet.
And real men drink tequila from a) the bottle or b) without chasers, including salt and lime
