When you throw your liquor past the lips and over the tongue, it feels as though the potent elixir is sending the shot straight to your heart. Ahhh, just how we like it. You can keep your rocks, splashes, and twists. We like our firewater like our president — stiff and capable of making our eyes water with pain. And once we’ve pulled our lips from around one of those pixie-size glasses and slammed it down on the bar, we want to do it again. And again. And again. And, um, again. Should we go to rehab? We say no, no, no. We’re... More >>>