I think I remember a conversation on the streets of Nashville talking with some ditzy girl about bourbon. She wanted you to come in there and was telling you they had whatever drink you wanted. You asked her for some good bourbon, and I am not sure she could even name one. Joe was at the point of pissing himself. I think that is the only reason he wanted to go into that bar. When we drug him to the Escalade, he ended up pissing in the parking lot like a dang race horse.:smiley_cocktail::smiley_cheers::smiley_beer::smiley_adfundum::BS2:
You make a good point Joe. You had really just met them that evening. Didn't take you long to let some beer piss splatter on John's wife's Escalade rims while the mother-in-law was in the back seat after sipping on Sprite the whole night.rotflmao
If you want something to let you know what a great bourbon. ind yourself a bottle of Four Roses Single Barrel..
I wasn't close to the rims. lol.. I was between the doors. Both front and back door open... But john was in the drivers seat.
I think everyone laughed because it was John's wife driving while you were pissing next to her. lol
LMAO... Oh yeah, i remember now. lmao Good thing i'm not shy then... It is kind of strange to think i just met them, then 6 hours later i'm standing about a foot away from his wife pissing my brains out.
Maybe i should send a thank you card. :smiley_blackeye: