Have we made it to drink a time?

Somebody out there deserves to be recognized.

My tequila!

And the men's room knows just who it is.

So to you, we say, bottoms up, sailor.

You're the toast of our shot of the day.

Great time it is, and as usual, we head Tuesday drink gas,

and Steve at Thrill Hill to find out who we're toasted.

Yes, indeed, and today we toast James King of Monticello, Kentucky.

Police got a call about a man walking along a local highway.

He seemed disoriented, so officers responded,

and sure enough, he was disoriented because James was drunk. Now, officers asked him where he was going, and James responded, and sure enough, he was disoriented because James was drunk.

Now, officers asked him where he was going, and James responded, hey man, I'm just walking down the highway.

He's trying to buy myself a new pair of pants.

Well, it wouldn't be a big deal, but he was drunk, and he got combative with cops.

Oh, plus, he also had six outstanding warrants, So, yeah, he was arrested. The police, however,

the one thing, they did believe his story about going to buy a new pair of pants, because he was

walking along the highway nude. That specifically is why somebody called the police. It's already

bad to walk along the highway, they pointed that out, but you certainly, you certainly can't do it. Naked. But I like his thing, I'm here to buy

pants. I'm like, we believe you. I don't know where his wallet was, however. So we pour

this booze, and we drink this booze because we think it's yummy. Yummy. So over the tongue

and down the throat to party in our tummies. Down the hola, bitchola!

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