I was drinking tequila, and I was drinking grappa, which is Italian for gasoline. And I was drinking Jägermeister, which I believe is the liquid equivalent of Wonder Woman's golden lasso, because it will make you tell anybody the truth for no reason whatsoever. "You have really bad skin. Thanks for the drink."

Margaret Cho uses rapid-fire, hyperbolic comparison to turn a familiar party scenario into a comic meditation on intoxication and unfiltered speech. By calling grappa “Italian for gasoline,” she exaggerates its harshness to signal escalating drunkenness. The Jägermeister image—“the liquid equivalent of Wonder Woman’s golden lasso”—frames alcohol as a truth serum that compels confession without social brakes. The punchline (“You have really bad skin. Thanks for the drink.”) captures the absurd mismatch between brutal honesty and polite etiquette, highlighting how substances can collapse the careful performances of civility and replace them with impulsive, oddly sincere candor.