I have bore witness to some wicked drunks on the Jagermeister and I, too, have succumbed to the unadulterated madness that dwells within the green bottle. One hazy night long ago my brother-in-law bought me seven Jaeger Bombs while we hung out at the worst strip club in Denver. The night concluded when a strip club patron actually took a swing at one of the strippers. While she was dancing. Behold the rage that is a 17-year-old girl after succumbing to the Hunt-Master. When I was 17, most girls got their buzz on with wine coolers or some other fruity ghetto swill. The times they are a' changin'.

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