Preface…

I was at Dugan's raging olympics style. My wolves got the great idea to take a shot everytime America won a race or qualified for an event. It was a swimming night so we did work. Okay so here is the good part. There was a table full of gingers there. Im serious. Like a fucking meetup group. There were probably 9 of THEM at their table. Fuck sake all of them were poundtowning Guinness and shooting Jameson. It was wild. I didn't make eye contact with them because I heard they can steal your soul.

Anyways, my table had roughly 7 shots of tequila each and then the food came out. Did it really matter how the Guinness Chicken would taste? No. Good thing cause it was chewy and bland. Uninspiring. The Jose Cuervo was remarkable. It allowed me to swallow the piece of rubber on my plate.

Here's the good news, I opened my tab 3 times and will never order that dish.

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