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Drink you a nice cold glass of buttermilk for lunch. It will make you feel better all afternoon. You don't need any of those nasty alcoholic beverages. :crazy:

Does buttermilk expire quicker than whole milk?
 
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I laughed. Buddy put this up on Facebook. But what's going to be real funny is I'll share it on Facebook and more than half the Arkies I know, won't see the problem.
 

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Maybe some 151 proof rum and Curacao Red?

Dink? Can you layer Curacao in a shot?

I might have just invented a new drink...

When I was 21 and living in New Orleans there was a bar that had a dollar shot every night of the week. One night is was something called "Jet Fuel" which I found out later was Blue Curacao and 190 Proof Everclear. Well long and the short of the story... not realizing how strong they were I drank a few too many and I ended up puking blood and spooning with the toilet all night. Last time I drink Everclear.
 
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When I was 21 and living in New Orleans there was a bar that had a dollar shot every night of the week. One night is was something called "Jet Fuel" which I found out later was Blue Curacao and 190 Proof Everclear. Well long and the short of the story... not realizing how strong they were I drank a few too many and I ended up puking blood and spooning with the toilet all night. Last time I drink Everclear.

I had a similar experience with 151 cherry bombs. Though not the puking blood. Apparently the VFW in Destin, Florida liked to marinate their cherries for a week in Bacardi. And the shots were, shall we say, rather generous.

I woke up next to a stripper from a real classy joint called the "Matador" not knowing exactly how I ended up there or with her. Or even remembering that we went to a strip club 20 miles away.

I made sure I got checked for any social diseases the very next day.
 
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I had a similar experience with 151 cherry bombs. Though not the puking blood. Apparently the VFW in Destin, Florida liked to marinate their cherries for a week in Bacardi. And the shots were, shall we say, rather generous.

I woke up next to a stripper from a real classy joint called the "Matador" not knowing exactly how I ended up there or with her. Or even remembering that we went to a strip club 20 miles away.

I made sure I got checked for any social diseases the very next day.

VD takes 2 days to be identified.
 
Ugh, even I have an Everclear story. Attended a redneck party where they mixed a huge batch of jungle juice. Being all innocent/dumb and such, I thought I'd play it safe and limit drinking so I spent the evening eating the fruit instead. Lesson learned. I remember a lot of world-spinning and stumbling to the toilet, but not much else. Although I did make out a little with a girl who didn't believe I played for the other team.
 
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I had a similar experience with 151 cherry bombs. Though not the puking blood. Apparently the VFW in Destin, Florida liked to marinate their cherries for a week in Bacardi. And the shots were, shall we say, rather generous.

I woke up next to a stripper from a real classy joint called the "Matador" not knowing exactly how I ended up there or with her. Or even remembering that we went to a strip club 20 miles away.

I made sure I got checked for any social diseases the very next day.

Is that the one by the back gate?
 
Ugh, even I have an Everclear story. Attended a redneck party where they mixed a huge batch of jungle juice. Being all innocent/dumb and such, I thought I'd play it safe and limit drinking so I spent the evening eating the fruit instead. Lesson learned. I remember a lot of world-spinning and stumbling to the toilet, but not much else. Although I did make out a little with a girl who didn't believe I played for the other team.

Nice. #winning
 
VD takes 2 days to be identified.

Trust me, I was well informed after that.

And sometimes you don't need to tell the doctor "I really don't remember what happened."

Of course, in those days having a drink...or a lot...wasn't as big a deal.
 
There was a drink I would get on Beale street at a place called Silky Sullivan's. By law they had to put like 20 straws in it because no one person could drink it. It was in a one gallon bucket.

Wish I could remember the name.... I drank it. Thought I had died the next morning, but I drank it.
Wife had one of those at Silky Sullivan's back in early 80s. Must be something in the drink - she can't remember the name either. Haha

EDIT: Wife just remembered the name, the "Diver".
 
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