This shot began with a bet on Christmas Day. My little brother was playing an ESPN game where you had to pick prop bets during the NBA Christmas Day games. He asked me for advice on a bet–which team in the Dallas at Portland game would score ten points first? I told him to pick Portland because they’ve been playing well and they’re at home. He then blatantly ignored my advice and picked Dallas. This made me a little mad, so I proposed a bet. I would pick Portland and he could have Dallas. Whoever’s team gets ten points first can pick any alcoholic concoction from the liquor cabinet for the other person to take. Dallas scored the first bucket, and Kris talked a little crap… and then Portland scored the next ten straight and I won the bet.  Read 

Allegedly, I drank on Christmas. I can’t say whether or not these allegations are true, but I’d like to say that I celebrate the holidays only in appropriate ways. After all, Santa came across the Atlantic, founded this land, cut his hair, put on a tie, and sold us greasy fried chicken at reasonable prices. I believe in you Santa.  Read 

So, what do you get when you cross a drunken Cory with a Slor-dog? I’m not quite sure, but it’s safe to say he’s had a lot of booze. Plus, it’s Christmas, so you know that you mother-fu*$&ers are either too cool for drunken school or too into the “family thing” to drink like a champ. To all of those people… be-low me. Oh and Merry Christmas or something. That is all.  Read 

We all know the game of beer pong.  If you have been to party any time within the last couple of years, you are bound to have played.  Many types of rules go, which all essentially have the goal of making people drink quickly.  In the spirit of our 151 Days Of Christmas, and as an excuse for me not taking any 151 shots while I have been sick these last two weeks, I am introducing a new variation of drinking involving the game of beer pong.  Try including ‘land mines’ in your game.  By this I mean you should fill one of the 6 or 10 cups on each side with a shot of Bacardi 151–or any other hard stuff.  Of course, to make this work, you will have to fill the cup with a healthy pour of alcohol to keep your cup from falling over during play.  Read 

I have so many stories and fond memories of this drink that I have no idea where to begin. This was the first drink that I ever thought was legitimately cool to see someone take. It was also the staple free birthday drink at my favorite bar in San Luis Obispo until the fire marshal came in one day and said that there are no longer any flaming drinks allowed in bars in San Luis Obispo. That was a sad day for us, but the drink lives on through making it at home and passing it on to you readers, so that you too can burn your friends’ eyebrows off or laugh at the girls who drink so slow that their straw actually melts.  Read 

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