False. Vodka is my poison. Svedka is my favorite.
I once got so drunk on Jack Daniels that I threw up all over the top concrete step leading down to my and my parents' house (I was 18 - it was the summer before I went off to college, and my boyfriend and I had gone to a party for a longtime friend who was going off to boot camp the next day - don't worry - he was driving that night). Staggered down to the house and then upstairs again to my bedroom. Was coherent enough to set my alarm for 5:30 so I'd get up before my Dad did and hose it down the next morning. Passed out fully clothed, shoes and all. Woke up at 5:30. Merrily hosed away on the top step for about five minutes until all trace was obliterated and staggered back down to the house. And there was my Dad, sitting at the kitchen table in his bathrobe and slippers, reading the paper he had to have walked right past me to get out of the box across the road. Chuckling. I looked at him, figuring he was gonna let me have it for being so stupid. He goes, "I'm thinkin' that headache you got about now is punishment enough. Why don't you go back up to bed and sleep it off?"
I didn't come back down until about noon. He was still chuckling.
The person below me has said "Never again..." but renegged at least once.