Rolling around in the mud in front of your now ex-girlfriends house, you wonder where it all went wrong. You would hear her screaming at you through the open door if your eyes weren’t ringing from the impact of the cast-iron frying pan.
As you claw desperately through the dark recesses of your alcohol-laden, a chalkboard-green sign flashes in front of your eyes.
DON’T FORGET THE JAMESON
Remembering thinking that this sign had the right idea – a damn fine right idea - you believe you may have an idea where the evening began to go downhill.