Jack McQuire

I ordered a Jack McQuire and got something that tasted like regret and motor oil.

The bartender said it was my lucky day. I don’t believe in luck.

I drank it and now I have a headache that thinks it’s a rockstar.

My friend drank it and started crying. I think it was the smell.

I took one sip and felt like I was being tortured by a cinnamon roll.

I asked for water and got a Jack McQuire instead. Life’s a joke.

I drank it and now my tongue tastes like it’s been in a dumpster.

The bartender called it a ‘flavor explosion.’ I call it a flavor funeral.

I drank it and my friend had to take me home. I was too drunk to walk.