Sourthern Thoughts

In the south, only poor people walk. And only drunks take taxis.

Did I really just drink that?

Went out to a bar that a friend of mine was bartending at last night. I was pretty good and stuck with the pbr but I did ask him to put together some kind of "seat of your pants" specially shot. He asked if I wanted something spicy or fruity. I replied, "Is it to much to ask for both?" About a minute later he came back with a full shaker and two shot glasses. Shots were taken, looks were exchanged and it was agreed that he had recreated the flavor of vomit. I'm not kidding. The actual flavor.