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Pitbull “Fireball” Ft. John Ryan
[intense_row] [intense_column size=”3″][intense_image image=”10083″ size=”small” shadow=”1″ border_radius=”5px”][/intense_column] [intense_column size=”9″]You want to dislike Pitbull. Admit it. The tight suits. The perpetual grin. The fact he went from a hardcore Latin rapper to a pop/EDM millennial sycophant. But here is this dude with a song with the name of my new favorite vice, Fireball whiskey. I’m going to eschew talking about Pitbull and instead focus something I actually like.
You have to like Fireball. It’s sweet, brown liquor. Sweet, brown liquor. I love brown liquor. Scotch. Whiskey. Rye. Bourbon. Cognac. Brandy. You name it, if it’s brown, there is a good chance I’ll drink it. It is definitely an acquired taste. I remember the first time I tried Hennessy. I thought I drank jet fuel. But one fantastic thing about growing old, you acquire tastes for shit you used to hate. Now that I’ve grown accustomed to that burn from the brown, what happens? A sweet whiskey. I know there is more sugar in Fireball than in a pitcher of grape Kool-Aid. Couldn’t care less. There isn’t a more perfect shot drink. Yes. Whiskey as shot. Fuck Patron.
Wow. Long tangent when the main topic was Pitbull.
Eeh… still rather discuss Fireball whiskey and not Fireball music video.
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Pitbull “Fireball.” Or Fireball Whiskey. Tell us in the COMMENTS.