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estherella
Location: Richmond Hill, Canada Gender: Female Total Likes: 0 likes
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| | | | Re: drinking stories < Reply # 1 on 11/2/2008 6:38 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | Posted by logtec as a minor, a few friends and i sometimes had a tough time getting our hands on alcohol. so we would mix together all the "almost" empty bottles of beer, wine and liquor we could gather up and make this nasty brown/grey vomit smelling shit we called "gruel". it was bad... but it did the trick!
| i've heard of lots of people doing that. usually they called it "jungle juice". i never bothered doing that, because it always smelled like alcohol-y death, and i didn't wanna hurl from drinking it. growing up, i didn't really have a hard time getting alcohol, even though i didn't drink much. i had friends' parents who would usually get us booze if we gave them money. also, one of my best friends is from france, so her parents would offer us wine and champagne all the time just casually. my sister, on the other hand, would just steal from my parents' liquor cabinet. they barely drink, so didn't really notice for a long time. the only reason they finally did notice was because of my sister accusing them of marking bottles left over from my brother's bar mitzvah - the bottles were slightly scratched from the boxes they were moved in. my parents responded with "we didn't...why are you checking our bottles for marks?". haha dummy.
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| shotgun mario
Location: MSP Gender: Male Total Likes: 283 likes
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| | | | Re: drinking stories < Reply # 2 on 11/2/2008 9:38 PM > | Reply with Quote
| | | well, all of us being underage up until about 2 or 3 months ago, we had a hard time getting liquor. Ended up finding someone who didn't card, so they'd all go there with empty backpacks, get 2-3 30 packs of piss beer, and walk back to campus. After a while, the guy who ran the place started to open the packs for them (on the counter no less) and empty the cans into the backpacks for us. Great guy, good laughs. Well, in the main room of ours, we keep the empty bottles on display. The only ones that are kept either are the first of that type to sample, or they carry funny stories. We're about a 15 minute walk from lake michigan, so we get drunk a lot and do 'lake walks' which are always fun, with plenty of memories.
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| dirt
Location: Oakland, CA Gender: Male Total Likes: 0 likes
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| | | | | Re: drinking stories < Reply # 4 on 11/22/2008 12:06 AM > | Reply with Quote
| | | I was with a bunch of people I had just met, and this girl(we will call her "trouble") was feeding me Jim Beam. I was at a good drunk at that time and could do one more shot. Then later when the party moved elsewhere, I had my shot, But it wasn't whiskey. I took a large shot of home brewed absinthe that would not have been legal to sell anywhere, Period. The Phrase "one toke over the line" springs to mind. But being that I was nowhere near feeling sick, I also got stoned, ended up taking fencing lessons from a really cute goth chic, then joining in a cuddle pile that was in a large circus tent/fake boat. Then it hit me. The feeling of copious amounts of alcohol, wormwood, and pot gives one a very strange sensation, not unlike being sea sick on mushrooms. I was lying next to trouble when, I get up and yell, "man over board" and vomit off the side of the "boat". But there was no food that came up, nor straight alcohol, but bile, just a 1/4 cup of bile. I ended up dry heaving/passing out the rest of the night praying to the porcelain god. I woke up, cleaned myself, then passed out on one of their couches that they had set up for me. I woke up and trouble was gone, and there were a bunch of strange people wandering around. Odd thing is, every time I meet trouble in social events, she gives me fucked up vibes. Which makes me wonder if there was something I did that I don't remember. But whatever, she was rude for leaving without saying goodbye.
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