Originally Posted by bamboobike4

I used to start with Tom Collins, move to gin & tonic, then gin on ice, then give me the &$%#€ bottle. However, one thing led to another. I embarrassed a Mississippi lass, got a ticket for going backwards thru Burger King, and woke up to find my contacts in the sink, in a fedora. On the stove was a frying pan and a raw hamburger patty. My roommate had less memory of the night than I did. That was my last time in a country bar.