Homemade Booze
SpanishFly writes, "I have a 'make your own absinthe' kit here, fucking terrified of making it...
"Tell us your stories of when you got so drunk on homemade mead you pissed in the cupboard.
Or tell us about the time you tried to buy wine stabiliser but got chased out of the friendly merchants shop because that compound is used to bash cocaine.
Tell us about the trials and tribulations of not being able to afford 4 cans of strongbow and couldn't brew your own poison so you got pissed on antifreeze and the next day pissed in your own mouth."
Thanks SpanishFly. MAKE THE ABSINTHE
( , Fri 5 Dec 2014, 9:39)
SpanishFly writes, "I have a 'make your own absinthe' kit here, fucking terrified of making it...
"Tell us your stories of when you got so drunk on homemade mead you pissed in the cupboard.
Or tell us about the time you tried to buy wine stabiliser but got chased out of the friendly merchants shop because that compound is used to bash cocaine.
Tell us about the trials and tribulations of not being able to afford 4 cans of strongbow and couldn't brew your own poison so you got pissed on antifreeze and the next day pissed in your own mouth."
Thanks SpanishFly. MAKE THE ABSINTHE
( , Fri 5 Dec 2014, 9:39)
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Teufels Arschloch
With the US Army in Germany in 1980, living in a barracks room with three other sergeants. One of the married sergeants who lived in an apartment stopped by one Saturday afternoon and gave us a box with 12 liters of homemade schnapps that he'd received from his German neighbor.
We cracked one open and encountered a vile, sulphurous, odor, so we named it Teufels Arschloch and left it unsecured in hopes that someone would steal it when we went out that night. No luck there.
Turned out to be the perfect liquor to use for drinking a penalty shot in a drinking game.
( , Fri 5 Dec 2014, 18:33, Reply)
With the US Army in Germany in 1980, living in a barracks room with three other sergeants. One of the married sergeants who lived in an apartment stopped by one Saturday afternoon and gave us a box with 12 liters of homemade schnapps that he'd received from his German neighbor.
We cracked one open and encountered a vile, sulphurous, odor, so we named it Teufels Arschloch and left it unsecured in hopes that someone would steal it when we went out that night. No luck there.
Turned out to be the perfect liquor to use for drinking a penalty shot in a drinking game.
( , Fri 5 Dec 2014, 18:33, Reply)
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