Sure, pal.
Slide a can of Pabst to the fat guy in the corner watching CFL.
No tip on that one-
no offense, but, since my occupation consists of making drinks, and your fucking moronic, idiotic, lightweight, vapid, comatostic drivel is so far out there in terms of "five shots, all booze" bottom feedish lisping and trying to impress others with this far fetched, neandertholic gasping, that sounds like a elderly man trying to eat a hot air balloon filled with helium, im gonna say one thing and one thing only;
post proof of this phantom drink and its recipe and ill pass it along to the other six bts here.
Your call.
jeez, thats old school, poofer.....
