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Here are the six individuals, living or dead, with whom Jason Harris would drink with if given the chance. Barkeep…Another Round!
The word badass always comes to mind when I think of Clint Eastwood. In my eyes he is one of the raddest guys to ever grace the big screen. The location would be a porch in the diverse neighborhoods of Michigan — a cooler full of Pabst and Budweisers would do just fine. Our conversations would be based around manly shit — cars, war stories, babes, and more cars. He would probably make me feel like a little girl and very far from any sort of "Badass" stature, but I would definitely thank him for inspiring a nickname.
Oh man can this guy drive the golf ball. Up until Tiger Woods' huge scandal hit the media, this man assumed that role. Not so much a villain like Tiger, but not exactly a perfect gentleman either. This is why I would hit the "19th" hole at his local Country Club in Arkansas after a morning round. He would coach me on how to dress on the course, seeing as how he is synonymous for wearing some outrageous trousers. Also, I would pick his brain about how to hit that little white ball so damn far. Lastly, I would ask him what the worst thing a PGA tour official has criticized him for.
Sacha Baron Cohen
His new movie coming out, "The Dictator", is looking even more outrageous than his previous two flicks. You can't deny that the stunts he pulls are pretty damn funny. He seems to be surrounding himself with more ladies this time around, which is awesome. God forbid we see any more man-on-man gibberish from him. We would probably go back to the land where his character was born, Kazakhstan, enjoy some straight rugged Vodka, all while being entertained by belly dancers in his local tavern. I know that every single story he has, based around his stunts, would blow my mind. From dousing Kim Kardashian to his love for Pamela, I would bow to him.
A true American hero! What more can you say about Kenny MothaF*c!ing Powers. I think a big night out in Myrtle Beach would be the only option. But first, we would talk about Mexico, tits, and hookers on the beach while sinking a few keystones. Then we’d go out to shred his local break and talk shit to any unruly grommets. We'd valet his three-wheeler at the first club and gallivant around until the sun came up. Then, make our way to the K-swiss headquarters and get me a deal going over some morning cocktails.
This little guy is a true inspiration. At 5'3" surrounded by giants he had to play to his strengths and play Big. We would settle into a skybox during a Charlotte game and for some reason I think a nice glass of Whiskey would work. I would love to hear about the game from his perspective being "a little guy" in which we all can relate to in different ways. I'd also like to know how he saw the floor through multiple seven footers and learn how to draw different lines silencing the naysayers.