Back in the day I did way too many shots of that and ended up bombed for like 6 hours in which time I loaned my car to one of the bartenders so he could go out and party in it. It was a nice mercedes benz that my husband (yes were still married) had given me for my 21st birtday. I kept calling home and saying I didn't know where I was but that I would come home in awhile. My husband was less then pleased and the hangover was enough to make me cringe to this day. I don't do shots of any hard liquor now, just the thought turns my stomach.