
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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That mead made me mad.
Well by "mad" I mean sick.
It really was ick.
I didn't feel at all well.
In fact I felt like hell.
And that's the last time I'll ever follow a recipe from Blue Peter.
Here is some slightly rancid honey.
THE END.
( , Thu 18 Dec 2014, 13:52, 4 replies)

drying them out, drinking sacred tea, scoffing them in our gobs, tripping off our nuts, slurping cider or beer, in ways so much more mellow than a tab of acid ever seemed to do -I hated acid for how full on it seemed to be, all that seemed to miss the fun and joy of tripping off your tits on mushrooms and an almost 'famous five' feel, bit hard to explain.
I miss those days, Welsh hills and mountains, and by fuck we were off our tits in a few rural Welsh pubs :)
( , Fri 19 Dec 2014, 1:07, closed)
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