A rodeo clown (or serial killer… it’s hard to tell at first) goes in to what looks like a Russian fortress taken straight from a 007 video game. He walks down a long dark corridor until he gets to a large door.
What’s on the other side? One could only imagine.
The door opens and lo and behold, there sits a table of one the strangest group of men ever assembled. Some quick research will show that the men are are boxing trainer Freddie Roach, ESPN analyst and all-pro wide receiver Keyshawn Johnson, NASCAR pit crew champion Mike Lingerfelt, tattoo and street artist Mister Cartoon, lead guitarist of Slayer Kerry King and big wave surfer Nathan Fletcher.
What could the bond between these “tough” guys all be? Well, Jager of course.
Rather than get in to why these men are joined together by the douchiest drink I can imagine (except for the time I saw one of my friends order a “Flirtini” and actually mean it) let’s instead try to imagine what was going through the Jager people’s minds’ when...