Bah, there are hicks everywhere. Here in Minnesnowta they are called 'rangers (since they are all from the Iron Range, otherwise known as the arrowhead part). Not so many down here in the Twin Cities, but they all overcompensate by having truck nuts on their lifted pick-ups that haven't ever seen off-road.
I knew a girl who would only drink tequila rose. Used it as her "signature drink" when she got married (aside - what the fuck is up with a couple having a 'signature drink' at their wedding? You're a married couple, not Flava Flav). I can't stomach the stuff, it's too cloyingly sweet.
The best part about those things is that once you're drunk, people start daring each other to zap themselves all night.
Mix a shot using half Tequila Rose and half cinnamon schnapps, it's called a "Spank Me Pink." I hate schnapps, but lots of ladies liked that shot.
That's...disgusting. Anyone drinking that over the age of 19 should be slapped. I don't remember getting sick from it, but the thought of it now makes me want to hurl.
Nothing's as bad as when we had a "drink the bar dry" party after my friend's bar went belly-up. At first, it was grey goose and forty creek. By about 4 in the morning, I heard someone call out "We've got banana schnapps and creme de menthe. WHO'S IN?" I was not in.
If you mix Creme de Menthe with Cherry Fresca it tastes more like a candy cane than anything that isn't a candy cane.
As opposed to the southern Minnesotans whose passive-aggressiveness is so famous there's even a name for it, a.k.a. "Minnesota Nice"? Also, I saw a lot more hicks around Goodhue County and Red Wing than I did living up in Virginia.
I tried too, but the Stop and Shop near me wasnt selling it. The cover was down and everything. I felt raped. Tonight will be the first bonfire-barbeque of the season and I'm pumped. I look forward to this all year. Combined with a good summer ale? Bliss.
I'm not going to lie, that actually sounds delicious. I haven't gotten balls to the wall hammered in quite a bit. Last time that occurred, I ended up attempting a parkour style jump onto a low ledge and over a fence. I discovered I suck at parkour.
It's better as a really fucking weak double shot than it is in a cup, but it is actually pretty good if you have both sub-par booze and soft drinks lying around.
Unfortunately, you'd also have to learn breath control, projection, cadence and delivery. Oh, and also not only how to craft lyrics, but how to create an engaging, likeable persona. Considering that you can barely handle writing a poorly worded three sentence messageboard post without making everybody who reads it want to scoop your eyeballs out with a grapefruit spoon, I'd say the odds are against it. Seriously, though, listen to this, like really listen and rethink your comment.
Is it time for the "is rap/hip hop music" back and forth again? I think we have it once every couple of months.