- (tie) Black Russian / “Pride (In the Name of Love)” – U2
- “In the Air Tonight” – Phil Collins
- Cuba Libre
- “Every Breath You Take (I’ll be watching you)” – The Police
- “Don’t Call Me Nigger, Whitey” – Sly and the Family Stone
- Banana Daiquiri
- (tie) Chopin potato vodka (chilled, straight) / “Allentown” – Billy Joel
- “Imagine” – John Lennon
- “Constant Sorrow” – Soggy Bottom Boys
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related; and a reminder, too.
You’re welcome.
How about the “Cocky Motherfucker” as the official “O” cocktail (and any song by PDiddy or Kanye West would go nicely with this drink as an official anthem):
1/2 oz Goldschlager® cinnamon schnapps
1/2 oz amaretto almond liqueur
Or the “Red Death” (and Red Rain by Peter Gabriel to set the mood for you paranoid mofos):
1/2 oz vodka
1/2 oz Southern Comfort® peach liqueur
1/2 oz amaretto almond liqueur
1/2 oz triple sec
1/2 oz sloe gin
1/2 oz lime juice
orange juice
Mmmmmmmmm.
Can’t we just get an IV?
Oh my lord, Lisa. You’ve just made the bartender in me cry. The sloe gin is only there on the shelf for color. That shit’s ten years old and prolly has a few fruit flies stuck in the shot pourer. Anyone who ever ordered something with sloe gin in got carded by me.
Also, anyone who ordered an ice cream drink.
Snort, you know what was popular when I was ‘tending in Detroit? It was called a “Blue MF” – it was like a long island, except no coke (for color) and you used the blue shit which was really just blue colored triple sec. ANYWAY. Most people who just ask for a Blue MF. Every now and then I’d get treated to the truly classless person who would ask for it by it’s real name – A Blue Motherfucker. Always a special treat.
Roads to Moscow.
Dirty Mother.
Carin, they were really just asking for something called “a blue,” then calling you a motherfucker. It’s rude, I know.
Too bad someone didn’t invent a drink called a “beer bitch.” Then I could have asked many bartenders to “get a beer bitch.”
Also, it’s cool when Lisa calls us “mofos.” But I can’t tell if it’s a term of endearment or WHAT.
Lawyers Guns And Money – Warren Zevon.
Shit Can Happen – D12
Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)
— Sylvester Stone
Negro Modelo/White Christmas
Pinot Noir/Crazy
Warsaw Cocktail
Ingredients:
1 1/2 oz Vodka
1/2 oz Dry Vermouth
1/2 oz Blackberry brandy
1 tsp Lemon juice
Mixing instructions:
Shake all ingredients with ice, strain into a cocktail glass, and serve.
Crown on the Rocks/Burning Down the House – Talking Heads
Black and Tan/Baby Got Back
She Broke My Dick(tribute to Michelle O.) by All
I can’t play this game cause he’s a fucking socialist for real and people are going to suffer and I think it’s horrifying.
Olde English 800 – Fawtywatuh/Saturday in the Park – Chicago
Shit, this game is kinda fun. And sad.
Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap/Rusty Screw
Cossack Charge
Ingredients:
1 1/2 oz Vodka (Stolichnaya)
1/2 oz Cognac
1/2 oz Cherry brandy
Mixing instructions:
Mix all ingredients with cracked ice in a shaker or blender and pour into a chilled cocktail glass.
You’ve given up on McCain, ‘feets?
I haven’t.
Despair is a sin.
oh. No. I think McCain will win. But looking at the phrase “Obama Administration” up there is still just wrong. It’s a dumb idea for a socialist to be president especially one our creepy media won’t stop slobbering over.
But wait happyfeet. Wait. Shit’s gonna be all equitable from here on out. How can you be all morose and shit when we’re all gonna be suffering equally? Plus, there’s midterm elections coming up in a couple of years.
What, is Brass Monkey/Brass Monkey too obvious?
Okay, “Keep It Greasy”-Zappa
O! will probably pick, “Born in the USA” by Springsteen…
It underscores his American, you know? And besides, he owes “The Boss” a fave for helping him “Rock the Vote”…Also, Springsteen kinda whines about being a victim of our eeeeeevil nation in it, which is like a bonus hat tip for O!…
…and Happyfeet, what about that Telemundo field trip?
For The Latina!
Basketball Jones with straight shots of non-ironic whiskey is what’s called for in times like these. Or any time after noon, for that matter. We are all Joe now, Spartacus. Yay heavy and a bottle of bread!
Telemundo is MSNBC is NBC is all shit. It’s all shit. Socialist shit. Not in a good way either.
Cradle to Grave by Metal Church
When the Levee Breaks
/Zeppelin
colt 45/get off my cloud
johhnie walker black/last time
johnnie walker red/gimme shelter
johnnie walker blue/lies
hey-i like the stones! i just wish they’d hurry up and open their own casino already/it would be soooo much easier
Damn we’re all so out of it that we can’t name a single hip-hop song which, let’s face it, is sure to be the choice. Fa’shizzle. Now I’m racist, for sure.
Master of Puppets/Red Hot Communist Bastard
Renigging on the Sábado Gigante tickets? The right to contracts is the first to go under socialism.
Oh. I forgotted. Of course. Also dinner for two at Del Taco. We was saving those for another promotion but the sponsor backed away at the last minute or I forgot to call him I can’t remember which.
It’s comfort enough to know my old friend Frisky will be remembered.
RE Zepplin, “No Quarter” will be his 2nd term theme.
But is it the Battle for Evermore?
…as in, his economic policy doesn’t make cents.
Aw, now I’m a racist for subtextually implying he smells funny. Or that his face should only be on change. I hope.
A drink has to be mentioned?
Then anything you can lay your hands on and ingest. Like that bottle in that hard to reach cupboard, the bottle with a price tag from a no longer in existence drug store, the one your folks shoved up there because it was too vile to serve to anyone but they couldn’t throw away? That one. Do them a favor and finish it off.
Still, ‘Lawyers Guns And Money’
’cause you know somewhere the fit is gonna hit the shan.
Y’all My Plummas – Nas
It has a label that says ‘Red Tractor Vodka’ or ‘Four Mules Tennessee Whiskey’ or ‘Banana Boat Rum’. That bottle. Go on, do it. You can.
not on top of the cupboard- the one under the sink/marked poison
‘i’ll never get out of this world alive’-HANK SR.
All My Rowdy Friends Have Settled Down
stop! in the name of[most merciful on high leader] love
Mr. Bo [jangles your pants to see if u got money]Jangles
Bro’- can u spare a [mortgage] dime?
santa claus[see clause 2b-pp 8 sect 34] to funkytown
Yesterday
meant santy IS coming-to funkytown
and he’s gonna fuck yo shit up!
Selected tracks from “The Wall” and Passport Scotch-possibly on a plane to Switzerland with a German dictionary and luggage full of Krugerrands.
Street Fightin’ Man/Molotov Cocktail
SBP, yours is the more honorable route…
inka dinka do-energy drink
papa-oo-mau-mau-[-surfin bird] /water-w’electrolytes!
devil in disguise/tap water
theme from “bridge over the river kwai[sp?]
/water that u have to travel 5 mi to get!
clash/white riot
Why dontcha do right
And gimme some money too
O! gonna get you
Living on a Prayer/Vodka-Red Bull
Brown Sugar/Black Russian
The Final Countdown.
Game. Set. Match.
Friends in Low Places/Ciroc.
Heather Alexander: March of Cambreadth / Glenfiddich
“Sound the horn and call the cry,
How many of them can we make die.”
Gin and Juice/Gin and Juice
One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer/One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer
We won’t get fooled again
One Man One Vote One Time
Not that anybody cares, buy “Man of Constant Sorrow” was written by Carter Stanley.
Let me suggest the Rusty Nail as a drink, because rusty nails give you lockjaw, which means you can’t ask inconvenient questions that might accidentally get answered.
Who Are You?/Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against The Wall
I bet you were a kickass bartender Carin.