oh man, george thoroughgood and the destroyers brings back a foggy memory, from a very long time ago.
at my buddy ozzy's first bachelor party, the bartender set up about 50 rows of shots of bourbon, scotch, and beers. there were only about 15 guys.
then some genius decided to sneak a hit of acid into everyone's drinks.
i remember waking up that night in my truck with my feet through the steering wheel, and i had to take my boots off to get them out. i crawled into the house and passed out.
ozzy woke up in someone's yard, in their trailored boat.
ok, so, in the spirit of old times, i'll have a beer. nix the acid, though.