I walk into a bar one night. This dude's like "Wanna do a bomb?!!!"...fuck yeah I do. So...I'm thinking red bull and liquor...nope. It's an Irish Car Bomb. As soon as that nastiness hits my tounge...I fucking spit that shit everywhere. It was involuntary. I honestly couldn't help it.
I just can't drink them. Onion petals were delicous. Not so much on the way back up.
