babies and hangovers: they go together like jihad and a plane ticket. conceptually, they are best of friends.
just ask this dude:
i think i found the well last night. It came in the form of a little number i like to call a “nighthawk,” which is like a redbull/vodka, only the point is to make fun of that drink and the guidos that drink it (babyBLUE!), so sub out the wodka for bourbon. nighthawk. it tastes like getting kicked in the teeth with a roll of sweet tarts taped to a boot.
as usual, the joke’s on hawk.
time for some pancakes — with bourbon, cuz wodka’s for guidos.by