I went through a phase of drinking aftershock and lemonade. It was when it first came out and nobody told me it was a shooter, so I ordered it with lemonade. And then everybody laughed so raucously I ordered it a few more times to pretend thats how I prefered it and I wasn't a numbskull.
It tasted alot nicer that way, but they did have to scrape me off the floor that night.
Blue Curacao, now there's a drink. This won't sound very feminine, but the first time I got drunk on that I nearly ran to hospital the next day in blind terror. Green shit. A highly unnerving thing to happen on a hangover.
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