Quote from: PQ9 on June 24, 2015, 04:01:26 PM

Just don't touch fireball that shit is nasty and will never become tolerable.

But there's always that one girl who decides to bring it to the party anyway.

I can't believe they even still make fireball, that shit is nasty.

It doesn't mix well, and it's awful straight.

OT: I drank a lot of places.
Football games, public parks, in my house, waking down the street, on the local golf course, at someone else's house...

I was the king of shots in high school, and my friends knew that if they came over it would be straight vodka before we did anything else, even if we were just having to watch TV.

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Quote from: LC on June 24, 2015, 04:04:48 PM

Quote from: PQ9 on June 24, 2015, 04:01:26 PM

Just don't touch fireball that shit is nasty and will never become tolerable.

But there's always that one girl who decides to bring it to the party anyway.

Its a guy for me, he fucking loves the shit and won't stop bringing it. I have to chase it with orange juice after a couple of shots.

Would he happen to be homosexual?

We wonder this from time to time, he's got a girlfriend but he always says the weirdest things about guys...My money is on him being at least bi

He's totes homo. The "girlfriend" is just a tool for him to deflect accusations of being gay and any hazing that might occur because of it. Once he's done with school he's going to skip town and go gay bar surfing in search of his true soul mate.

This.

The queermos are always the ones who bring fireball to our parties.

My house, my brothers house, the back yard, my roof, friends house, middle of the desert.