Back in the 1980s I worked in a pub as a loung girl . Had been there quite a while when the owner and his wife went on holiday . The barmen always gave us a lift home at the end of the shift , but because the boss was away they wanted to have a lock in . There had been a southern comfort poured that was a wrong order, so the guy who was supposed to bring my home asked if I wanted it ,,, well they kept just topping me up and we were there all night . By the end of it I think I'd drank most of a bottle of southern comfort , next morning my poor dad found me in bed covered in sick ,,, I'm actually lucky I didn't die ( I was only a teenager) . Since then I can't even think of southern comfort without heaving ,,, yuck |
. Has to be southern comfort or Pernod for me. Horrible stuff. Red bull is evil stuff too. 
I'm a very pleasant drinker actually my hormones just go into overload 