Jager Bombs
You know who likes jager bombs? That guy who shows up at the relatively nice bar/restaurant, finds his understandably uncomfortable “friends” at a table, loudly orders them all their own jager bombs, flips his fucking shit when the drinks aren’t done right with the shots atop the glasses and the balancing and the Mousetrap-style bullshit, makes a huge ass of himself trying to slam on the table to get the shots to fall in, hoots often, stands up at points, attracts a lot of attention, spits while he talks and then stumbles into the night. That’s who fucking likes jager bombs. They’re the national drink of Douche Island. Now somebody get me a beer.
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