Kelly O

How frickin' drunk do you have to be to come up with the idea that Willie Nelson would look really great as an ice cream cone? And not just any ice cream, but say, that fruity-ass neon-blue Superman flavor that always stained your tongue for two days? Then how drunk do you have to be to actually march yourself down to the tattoo shop and drop a couple hundred bones to get the shit permanently inked on your leg? Maybe I'm overreacting, but Amy Hixon you're a GENIUS. My hero. I mean, when I got my little brother drunk and marched him into a tattoo shop, all we could come up with was a parrot to put on his shoulder. Now everyone thinks he's a Jimmy Buffet fan. Oops.

Amy will receive one DOTW T-shirt and a cab voucher.