The county is a little piece of Kentucky nestled into Illinois. In the County normal etiquette need apply. Here if you can see over the bar then you can drink. If you can pump the keg then you can fill your cup. With a prominently white population the county lacks the unjust politically correct spectacles that are pressed upon other native Illinois residents.
***known as Calhoun, heaven, and foremost THE COUNTY
The county is no stranger to legend. Passed down from generation to generation comes a myth or better yet story that instills "a true Calhoun warrior spirit" in us all about a gorgeous you man that will remain nameless. Legends say that the boy could finish 30 packs of Diesel and COOORS HEAVEYYY and barely stagger.....only veeering once to avoid an invisible deer...but thats another story... As foretold by the prophecy the young boy would breech the rivers surrounding the county and make a name for himself in the real world at a paradise deemed Eville. And so the boy did.....leaving his mark in various dorm rooms and in various houses......he fears no man nor any beer...... he the man... the legend...... the warrior
Lets go to the county and drink some beer then fuck our cousins.