  Why do I have such a love/hate relationship with Mr. Jose Cuervo? I cuss him out on every shot and yet still I keep going back. I went to a party the other night with a friend....we'll call him Nash..in...son, yes Nashinson(names have been changed to protect the innocent).
When we arrived at the party it was very apparent that we were the token white and black man. How is this, you say?..well I'll tell you, asians have to have fun too(dude there's like a trillion of them.....most of them were in this apartment). Side note: asian girls are uber hot. As soon as we arrive we down a couple coronas, cause thats how we do. Around beer three I realize Mi...ahem Nashinson is drinking slower then normal...not true I was drinking faster he was. This is never a good sign....ever(seriously he's an alcoholic....really there's something wrong with him......he may not be human).
We proceed to look for something to drink. At first glance there's nothing that would be palatble to seasoned alcoholics. When what to my wondering eyes does appear, hey its cuervo....tremble in fear. Yes a bottle of cuervo...untouched and rightly so. After all, asians are smart...you've heard the stereotypes. Nashinson promptly declares this bottle ours and we belly up for our first shot of the night, a few minutes later another and so on in that fashion. We ended up killing the bottle with no help from our eastern brothers...at least i think we killed it.
Last memory I have is Nashinson holding up the bottle and asking, "Who wants the last shot? " NEXT TIME:Thats your classic black-out..... 
