They are tiny and devastating. It's always a good idea to split it with a few people because you really have no idea how much alcohol is even in the thing. Probably not enough to kill four adults, right? Of course not, that's why you split it up!
Jared turned up with a bottle of Jagermeister and explained "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this. I was in line at the liquor store thinking about something else and when I got to the counter and the guy asked me what I wanted, I hadn't even thought about it and totally panicked. I looked around and the first thing I saw was Jagermeister so I said to him: Jagermeister. So, uh, I brought a bottle of Jagermeister." Here's to happy accidents!
Around 10pm, we started watching Braveheart on DVD. But about two and a half hours into the movie, the pirated DVD we'd bought totally shit the bed and wouldn't play the last 45 minutes or so of the movie which was total BULLSHIT. Hahah. We didn't really feel like going out so we bought one of these "make your own BUCKET" kits at a local store and hung out on the porch and got our buzz on together.
...access to the free, all-you-can-drink bar courtesy of Red Bull. The only thing better than the free booze were the two DirtyJerz Missle-Twisters bartenders that we're downing two drinks a piece for each one they served. Garden State, I heart you so much. Can the backstage pass possibly get any better?
Sid and my brother, crunked out of their tiny minds, kifed a giant, two-litre bottle of Malibu (fucking Malibu!) from the house and sat on the ground passing it back and forth taking swings and cackling. See what happens when you get the Night Train in your blood?
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