Id probably stare down at my chest, and hallucinate a single hair growing and be yelling in my head "hairS...they said it'd put hairS on your chest!"That. Or you’re ‘hill people’ like my kin.Moonshine is for when your wife left ya, the field isnt growing any crops, your son died from a harsh winter, your best cow isnt producing any milk and your own cousins started a gang and robbed your barn of all of its 1965 chevy parts.I had a shot of moonshine while camping (pure hellfire gross) and grabbed my sister’s as a chaser. Never again on both.Truly's are fucked up, too..they give a weird headache like an hour after you start drinking them, to both me and my wifeIt is certainly is not a fad. Craft beer started to gain market shares b/c people got tired of drinking bland ass beers from the usual suspects. The one craze I don’t understand is this Claws and Truly bullshit. Gross.
You just shoot it up your asshole with a straw, hunch over in a dirty wife beater and let your drool and snots make an awesome puddle on the kitchen table as your eyes asianize