Two Pickets to Shitsberg

The guys get engulfed in the flames of busch latte's and bourbon. If you close your eyes and really listen, you can hear brain cells actually hanging themselves before they are ravaged by booze. Of course, Darrell's brain cells went out like that weird guy from Kung-fu with the rope and the lotion and stuff...Chris's went out like Hemingway and Cobain - that boom boom pow.