I was taking a trip to the coast with my cousin when I lived in California. I was doing about 70 through the mountains when a flock of California quail flew out of a juniper on the side of the road and flew right in front of me. I hit every one of those suckers. There was quail guts all over the front of my F-150. And some how one of them got into the engine compartment and the smell of it cooking on the exhaust manifold caused my cousin to start throwing up all over the place. Good thing we were already pulled over by then.

I'm drinking Jack on the rocks.