Wild Turkey and Vegas. What could possibly go wrong?
Maybe it was the Budweiser chaser. Maybe being sandwiched by Tullamore Dew and Harp. And a beer and some wine at dinner.
Hey, let’s Facebook some pics!
Hey, lets post some insightful comments!
Hey! Another round? Fuck yeah!
Apropos of something karmic in time and circumstance, somewhere between a bullet in the brain and being shot out of a cannon lies the feeling of Wild Turkey the morning after.
Trust me, I now know. It did seem like a good idea at the time. I swear my attorney advised me that I must do a turkey shooter.
Anyway, cheers to my favorite dead author with a Johnny Depp movie all his own.
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Friday night looked something like this…
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