jameson whiskey
corned beef
and red heads. (Or as I like to call them, Clown Pussies)
But however, nothing compares to Irish Car Bombs
no, not those bombs, I'm talking about the ones with the aforementioned Jameson, delicious Bailey's Irish Cream
Ah yes, Irish Car Bombs... who can resist the urge to drop that shot in and chug chug chug.... the kind of chugging that makes your throat numb, the kind of chugging that makes you want to down more more more....
who cares if it gets on your shirt
that mixture is coagulating in your stomach so much, your shirt won't matter in about 15 minutes anyway












1 comment:
that clown is creepy as hell.
and im pretty sure the girl that spilled shit all over her shirt is at a gay pride parade. hot.
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