King Cobra

For about one american dollar, you can purchase a 24 Oz. (to freedom) of King Cobra. I bought 4. In cause you wonder why, let me just say that the last searcyparty required it to happen. This party also required the discovery that snakes are, in fact, the worst fireworks the world has ever known (I'm not so sure that they should even be called "fireworks"). Another good idea is to put fireworks in a Harris-Teeter shopping cart, light them, then push them around (since fireworks can't fly in North Carolina). A requirement is for all random male members of the party to remove their requisite white T's. The party can't stop before 4am. And you can't eat afterwards. Basically, it's fuckin hardcore, bitches. You could even say, BOLD.