One. Two. Three. Do it. I just want to put this out there right now, I go to Hooters for the wings. Especially the Hooters in Burbank. I’ll say no more, as to not offend the thousands of Burbank Hooters waitresses that browse this site every day for pictures of myself intoxicated. You know who you are and it’s alright. Now that my egotism has run its course, Un Hooter!  Read 

This little idea was first brought up to me by my good friend Justin, who should be guest-blogging on here shortly. We were living together for all of about 2 months and trying to figure out new and interesting ways to take shots or make shots interesting. He remembered being at a party and seeing a failed attempt at a Statue of Liberty Shot and decided that we should try it. Now, this isn’t a “shot” in the respect of creating a cocktail. This is a certain way to take a shot, that makes any shot with flammable liquid into the coolest thing that has ever sent you to the hospital.  Read 

A few of my favorite things in this world exist in and around the idea of Las Vegas. I love the trek through the desert that compels you to accelerate through the joshua trees for fear that getting stuck out there would make you truly and completely lost. It was made infinitely more famous by the opening sequence of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas as “Bat Country.” One stretch in particular happens to be my favorite place of all time to drive a car. When I was young, I always called this 5 mile span of Pearblossom Highway “The Bumps.” I don’t advocate unlawful behavior (because I have to say that), but the universal rule of The Bumps is to step on the pedal until you feel at the edge of safety and then you accelerate just a little more. The Bumps are a piece of highway that was never properly leveled off, and accordingly rolls with the desert. Flying along it at great speeds is like riding a roller coaster in the middle of a dust storm. If you hit certain point just right your car can actually separate from the pavement for a fraction of a second. I’m sure the police of the greater Victorville area will appreciate my cataloging of their highway.  Read 

My friend Brian got promoted yesterday to Assistant to the Regional Manager or something at his job. I got invited out to celebrate with him in all of his Dwight-esque glory. I ended up miraculously being the only person taking the shot celebrating his promotion. Apparently, he had a women’s literature book club meeting to get to early the next morning. That and something about bleeding, but I try to let things like that slide since lady business is none of my business. I’m classier than that.  Read 

Among the other things that got me drunk last night, my friend Brian decided to forgo the pleasantries of asking if I wanted to try a new shot and just ordered one for both of us. Good man. He also wouldn’t tell me what was in it, which was really cool for describing the shot because I couldn’t be biased by knowing the ingredients beforehand.  Read 

All through December, the AFOV guys will be doing shots and cocktails with Bacardi® 151 in them, in order to celebrate the holidays properly. Come join in the fun, try our shots, or make up some of your own!  Read 

Originally, I was going to write this drunken rant about the weirdness that happened at the bar, including a few of us not being introduced to a girl at the table and nobody I talked to knowing who she was, as well as another girl that my friends and I worked with 4 years ago showing up and nobody seemed to know who had invited her or had seen her in 4 years. Then, I was going to talk about driving around with Trisha and walking on the shore at Bridgeport (which I’m still going to a little, to give context to the rant). But, this town decided that a content and drunk Cory is a boring posting Cory, so it threw me a sweet curve ball for me to rant about.  Read 

This drink was my first attempt at one of our Halloween Drink Ideas shots we put together before the holidays. It was the day after Halloween, a Saturday, and we were still going strong during one of the best party weekends of the year in nearly every town. I went by the store that afternoon and picked up a six-pack of pumpkin ale—all they had was the Harvest Moon brand—and a fresh bottle of Bacardi 151. Pregaming this day consisted of me unsuccessfully trying to convince everybody to take the Pumpkin Spit shot with me. When that didn’t work, I tried to get people to do 151 shots with me while I took my new shot. That didn’t work either. I understand it was the end of a long party weekend and everybody was a little roughed up by that point, but come on, free 151.. never say no that.. please.  Read