I have rules and guidelines for a lot of stuff in life. These guidelines have been generated over the years by my experiences doing stupid shit. I have three rules for drinking:
Never drink with the military.
Never drink with an eastern European.
Never drink jager.
I can break any one rule as long as I am willing to accept a night that won't be over until sometime after dawn and perhaps a bad hangover. If I break two of these rules, I must expect a night that ends in some form of incarceration. If I break three of these rules, I won't come out of it for days and have been known to redecorate an entire hotel room in a Jackson Pollock fashion with a different medium than paint.
Last night, I broke only one of these rules and ended the night by sleeping on my floor while my guests took my bed. It was almost dawn when we got home. I also left my license and credit card at the club...fuck.
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I'll bet it was Jäger.
If you ever want a real treat, try Jäger in Moxie. Unforgettable.
The colors! The colors!
In my vomit.
Not this weekend but the last time I drank any jager.
and don't forget, one 2:30am drunk dial to a close friend.:)
My last display of spectacularly bad judgment involved Jägerbombs and 2 for 1 beers. For reasons not worth going into, I had to appear on camera the next morning. I looked like a vampire's mug shot.
It was so worth it.
My own drinking shenanigans usually involves mixing inadvisable things, like beer followed by wine followed by high-balls followed by more beer and interspersed with whiskey.
I think my liver's close to filing a restraining order.
Tequila triple shots and Guinness 18 ounce pint chasers. That was a rough morning.
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