C’mon, Tom, who do you think you’re kidding? You’d be nervous about going into any bar more than a half a mile from Manhattan’s upper east side.
But if you should someday happen to find yourself in a bar in Arizona, take our advice. Don’t order any of the foo-foo drinks you sissy elitists normally order.
No Kahlua and milk. No brandy and ginger beer. No piña colada with pink umbrellas. No white wine. No raspberry Fanta. No appletini. No tequila with a splash of cranberry juice. No Baileys over vanilla ice cream. No Japanese plum wine and soda. And no Pink Ladies. Definitely no Pink Ladies.
Well, not unless you’re drinking with Barney Frank and he’s dressed in his Village People cowboy costume and you’re in that special little bar he knows in Scottsdale.
One other tip: When you’re introduced to a man in a bar in Arizona, do not say, “Is that a six shooter in your pocket or are you just happy to see me.”
H/T: Breitbart.com