Ok here's the deal, I go out A lot and spend way more on bar tabs then I should…

With that being said, When you go out A lot and have friends that are just as retarded when it come to preserving your liver as you it forces you to come up with new ways to excite yourself.

This leads to drinking things that most people think would kill them. Myself, The Crusher, and Sexual Chocolate take the opportunity to slam these with out any regard for general human safety and total disregard for the outcome of our actions after blacking out.

Now I hope I have peeked your curiosity as to what my least favorite shots and drinks are…

(Just be warned if you take any of these While out with your friends GOOD LUCK.)

The List in no particular order:

1) The Man Maker - This was introduced to me roughly 4 years ago at the Arnold Classic In Columbus Ohio and to this day still makes my eyes water and gives me goosebumps. The shot although simple in nature will leave you with a new found respect for Patron.

To take a Man Maker you need A 12oz shot of patron, salt, a straw, and a fresh lime…

Sprinkle the salt on the bar as if you were to do a little bit of that dangerous drug called cocaine, set the lime next to it and have the Patron shot nearby ready to go.

Here is the fun part…

Snort the salt thru the straw, squeeze the lime in your eye, take the shot and wonder what the Fuck did i get myself into.

2) The Flaming Blue Lamborghini – This little gem was introduced to me and Sexual Chocolate by a very devious but incredibly awesome bartender at our local sushi restaurant who I will call (Bruce Lee). Now this shot consists of my least favorite Alcohol good old Bacardi 151…

The Ingredients Of The Flaming Blue Lamborghini are as follows:

  • Baileys
  • Kahlua
  • A large Martini glass
  • Bacardi 151
  • A Drinking Straw

Now How this shot is made is by combining the Baileys and Kahlua into the martini glass while pouring 151 on top. You then light it on fire and Chug it thru the straw, as the bartender pours 151 in as you go…

Here is a video for documentation purposes only:

Shortly after this shot was taken I went out for the evening and have no recollection of doing so…

3) The Vtac – This shot was introduced to me by The Crusher on my birthday and will forever be remembered as the only shot to date that I know of were you have to bring your own ingredients into the bar.

The ingredients are as follows…

  • Three Olives Cherry Vodka
  • Redbull Energy Drink
  • 5 hour Energy

You mix all those lovely thing into a glass and hope to god you don't have a heart attack…

What to expect? You will def keep drinking way past what you should as you are an energetic zombie on a path for destruction. I recommend you not do what I did and take this late into the evening as you may end up peeing on your shoes and throwing a trash can in your yard.

4) The Erection Shot – You would think by now myself and Sexual Chocolate would avoid visiting Bruce Lee at all costs, but being we are always gluten for punishment we never back down from a challenge we accept Bruce Lee's offer of an experimental shot he just came up with…

Originally this shot didn't have a name I chose the erection shot because well its the first thing I thought when he told me the ingredients.

The Ingredients Are As Follows:

  • Jose Cuervo Tequilla
  • Liquid Ginseng

Now apparently Bruce Lee and his sadistic counterparts let the ginseng soak in the tequila over night and low and behold We show up the next day before heading out for the night. This shot Did not taste very good and it felt like drinking a cedar brick, we both drank one and attempted to find a lucky girl to marry for the evening to test the effect of the ginseng on our sexual stamina. This was unsuccessful as we both drank too much and went home alone, WOOPS :)…

5) Truth Juice – I swear the build up and hype surrounding this drink was epic. I first learned of this concoction from my good friend Who I will Call "Truth" and he is proud to say he is the creator and connoisseur of all things truth.

This Drink was planned out months in advanced for a trip I would be taking to The Truth's hometown of East Lansing Michigan, now this also included a night out in the surrounding area of Michigan State University. I have never been to MSU and the chance to pretend I am an irresponsible college student I jumped to partake in the consumption of this epic use of mis judgement.

The Ingredients of this are as Follows:

  • Ciroc Vodka(It's just awesome and Made of Grapes)
  • Sugar free Red Bull
  • Amp Energy drink
  • a mixture of dietary supplements I believe was Taurine capsules to enhance the dopamine effect according to Truth.

We drank Truth Juice Around 8pm on a thursday night  and it was Myself, Truth, and a few of his closest friends at their apartment just around the corner from the local bar scene at MSU. We each drank 2 large glasses, I am assuming may have been 16 oz cups of this wonderful drink and headed out around 11pm to the club.

(SN:Myself and Truth decided we were going to were our newly purchased Justin Bieber T shirts for this night of debauchery and what was about to entail can only be summed up in my eyes as Epic.)

We headed out to the club and things got interesting, Due to our T-shirt choices myself and Truth were surrounded with questions as to why we chose to wear Justin Bieber T-shirt to the club, Our response? WHY the Hell Not. we continued on with our night and from what my bank receipt stated I bought no alcohol throughout the night.

This can only be summed up as awesome, because if one drink has the power to put you in blackout mode it needs to be written about.

Here is what I do remember from this event, I met a girl who I have no idea what her name was and I cant even come up with a clever one at this time, We were dancing and having a fun time at the club, while at this point I have lost all contact with Truth and all his friends.

I guess me and my new friend went to a local after hours diner type place to get to know each other, ate some food that I paid for and proceeded back to her apartment. I am sure we can all assume were our intentions were at this point, but Truth Juice had other plans for my evening…

I decided I needed to go as In my head I knew I was way to drunk for anything to happen(seriously, way to drunk). I left her apartment without my beiber shirt and walked back to The Truth's apartment in 30 degree weather. To this day I have no idea how i figured out were to go to get back to his apartment.

I do know I woke up the next morning fully clothed, minus the beiber shirt, and Truth was in his bead fully clothed with his shoes still on.

He had no recollection of how he got home as well…

As for The Truth's friends?…

One broke up with girlfriend, and threw a pizza on the ground, the other had a better night then all of us lol…

So if you decide to take any of the above mentioned shots or drinks, make sure you have a responsible sober chaperone, as there is no telling what may happen.

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Saturday, June 4th. 8:05pm: I just looked down at what I know is gonna make me hate myself in the morning…

A very big, ice cold shot of Patron that Sexual Chocolate set down in front of me at Winghouse. You see, at this moment it occurred to me; this is war. Today is my birthday and my friends are trying to kill me :(:(.

Like I always do, I step up to the plate and slam the shot. "Fuck it…"

Bad Idea…

Being that I am highly egotistical, I planned an elaborate birthday celebration for no other reason than to validate the fact that I am cool and everyone should like me.

The details of this epic adventure included an All Black Party starting at the local Winghouse, followed by a visit to Vintage Ultra Lounge (a Club in downtown St. Petersburg).

Now although I said it was an all black party, I decided that myself and the few of my closest friends were required to wear all white…

Why did I want to wear all white? "For the simple fact that if everyone else does one thing I always strive to do the opposite :):)". That's a little gem that The Hulse has taught me over the years… never conform and do your own thing.

Let me tell you a little about my outfit that I hoped wouldn't get destroyed by the end of the night, as I did plan on blacking out.

The outfit consisted of numerous high priced products that I picked out over the course of a month…

The shirt- A BKE V-neck I purchased from a local store called Buckle, price $17.99.

The Pants - I had to special order from Guess as they don't stock very many sizes of White slim fit jeans, Price $89.00.

The Vest - A slim fit Perry Ellis price $55.00

The Shoes - Supra 'Vaiders', black. Made of the supra tuff material with a grey sole, Price $95.00.

Belt – Hot Topic Black 3 row studded, Price $29.00.

Now all these things together made for a seriously dope looking outfit as you can see in the photo…

Only problem with this is the fact that I was gonna get blackout drunk and PROBABLY ruin all my newly acquired white attire…

Now I have to give credit to my boys Sexual Chocolate, The Crusher, And The Ragin' Asian, as all of them put together very fine all white outfits to accompany mine during our night of debauchery. Their outfits go as followed…

Sexual Chocolate - He rocked some very slim fit white linen pants that showed off what I will deem "THE PACKAGE", a white button up, and he accented the white with custom painted Pink shoes, a pink top hat, and pink suspenders.

The Crusher - He was rocking a pair of white Levis 501 jeans, some white Zoo York shoes, and a nice cotton stylish t-shirt. The notable accents were the the sick white G-shock watch his lovely girlfriend 'The Boss' got him for an anniversary gift and sweet aviator glasses.

The Ragin Asian - He showed up a little late and I was almost blacked out when he arrived but he was rocking a white linen vest, white Levi 501's and white button up, all accented with a sick white ceramic Citizen watch.

It was safe to say at this point we all looked better than you :):).

As the night went on at Winghouse, about 30 of my friends showed up, and as the invite said 8pm, of course noone showed up on time and very few were wearing all black.

Of course it didn't matter though, as I was already well on my way to blacking out.

The dinner was really chill and the alcohol consumption was high. From what I remember between the hours of 8pm to 11pm I drank a 1/2 pitcher of Miller Lite, 2 Vodka waters, a shot of Patron, 2 Lemon Drops, a Johnny Vegas and a baby Guinness.

It's safe to say at this point I was FUCKED.

We wrapped up dinner at 10:45 and hopped in The Crushers car and I proceeded to play a few songs from my iphone that I felt The Crusher had to hear, the first being the new Simple Plan song "Jet Lag", and a crazy A Day to Remember song "Done Up", in Dub Step fashion.

We got to Vintage and I told The Crusher I needed a Red Bull. He says, "don't worry, I got you covered. We're gonna do a V-TAC shot once we get in the bar."

I look at him Confused, and ask, "whats a V-TAC?"

He says, "you'll find out soon enough…"

I am now scared…

We walk in and head up to our friend the bartender. I will call her "The Devil", and she, with a smiling face, puts about 15 shots of something in front of us…

We wait a few minutes for the majority of my friends to walk in, and we slam the Devil's shots with a complete disregard for logical thinking. At this point it came to me…

MY FRIENDS ARE TRYING TO KILL ME.

Somewhere around midnight, The Crusher handed me the "V-TAC", a devious concoction of Redbull, Cherry Vodka, and a 5 hour energy to give it a little pep. I take that one to the head and start my pleading.

I was literally begging like a 5 year old kid for people to stop buying me shots… for at least an hour…

This was highly unsuccessful as I was handed 2 more shortly after and told I was "a pussy", and to "man up".

By this point I'm nearing the point of losing all rational thought, I made a lot of highly retarded comments, and also a few marriage proposals to girls that were there with me or were close nearby.

At this time, I gave my Iphone to The Crusher as I didn't want to send any drunk text messages or make any calls to any of my ex- girlfriends. I'm sure we all know where those types of things lead.

It is now 1am and I am officially blacked out…

I somehow managed to get home around 4 am, so the time frame between 1am and 4am will remain a mystery to me, but to further your entertainment and mindless reading of my blog I had to resort to Facebook.

Here are a few retarded things I did or said during this 3 hour time frame…

1) I told my really hot friend who I will call "The Emo Girl" that if she decides to make a bad decision and wants to piss off her boyfriend to make sure I am that guy.

2) I got into a head but test of manliness with Westy.

3) Told a girl that I dated in high school I hated her, and then shortly after told her I love her and she is "The one that got away, in my eyes."

4) Took a shot that is called a "Grand Slam" which consists of Jameson and butterscotch with an orange juice chaser. This little gem I was told is supposed to taste like pancakes and syrup with oj. I have no clue if it did, I was blacked out.

5) Almost got into a fight with 3 guys, as I was probably talking shit to them.

6) Was given a shot by Hot Mess and told, "I hope you puke on yourself."

7) Fell asleep standing up in the middle of the club.

8)8) Got dragged out the club by the Ragin' Asian, followed by pouting because we had to leave.

9) Absolutely refused to get into the car as I wanted to go home with who I will call "The Bosnian Girl".

10) Tried to puke but couldn't.

11) Threw a shoe that I found in the parking garage around for a few minutes(Not Mine).

12) Threw a garbage can in front of my house.

13) Peed in my yard and got some on my shoes.

I guess around this time, I passed out with no shirt on, face down on my bed with my shoes still on.

I woke up around 10:30 am with a wicked hangover and a lot of random stains and crap on all my white clothes. Magically, my Iphone was in my back pocket with my money clip. I guess the Crusher slipped it in there on my way out…

Throughout the day I got a lot of random text messages and calls, but none can sum it up better then a Facebook wall post from The Lovely "Hot Mess"…

"Hope you're feeling amazingly hungover! P.S. In case you write a blog, you tried to marry me last night, got carried out of the bar by about 5 people looking like a dead Backstreet boy, and I have no idea what you did to some poor girl (I think it was your Ex) but I overheard her bitching to her friend about you outside of Vintage… Overall, A pretty successful birthday!"

Thanks for all those that came out and made this night epic!

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