More drink-related projectile vomiting, I'm afraid
At the height of our usual Friday night drinking session, Pat dared Balders if he could drink a Top Shelf.

"What's a Top Shelf?"

"A Top Shelf, young man," he slurred, already three sheets, "is a pint glass filled with one shot from each optic on the top shelf of the bar."

"Oh. OK, then."

You get 18 shots in a pint glass, it costs a bloody fortune, and it tastes of Pernod.

The two of them actually managed to finish the thing between them, before staggering outside and puking all over my brother's car. Then they were sick in my brother's car, and as he was complaining about the woe that had befallen him on his night as designated driver when he could have been out chasing slatterns, all over his best Top Man jumper.

Top Shelf: NO.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 15:38, 7 replies)

My mates do this
As a birthday drink, the first one of us to sample it on his 20th birthday actually passed out and had to be taken to the hospital, where they diagnosed him as just 'very very drunk'
(PieEater, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 15:59, closed)

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We call this an 'Atomic' around our way... :-)
(Phlash, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 17:05, closed)

"Running the Bar" in me Student days - I never partook (thankfully)
(kitescreech still here, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 17:11, closed)

I had one of those on my 21st.
I lost my glasses, had no recollection of coming home and had a couple of grazes about my person.

I was introduced to a lady the following night by my friend and her first words were "oh! I remember you, you were too busy being sick in a bucket to say hello".
( Slippery Mick ‏, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 18:47, closed)

an 'optic run'
as it was named when I worked behind a bar
( rob, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 18:48, closed)

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"I've had 18 straight whiskies; I think this is a record" - (Among the) last words of Dylan Thomas, RIP
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 12:12, closed)

I've had this
my 20th birthday, but it was only a half pint one. I necked it in one, and was immediately very, very drunk. While I was relaxing, my girlfriend dropped a pint one on the table - same stuff, plus 'donations' from around the bar. I politely declined, only to be told "You'd better fucking drink it, I just paid a tenner for that"

My last memory of that night is saying "I'm not drinking this til after this song, cos I like this song...and I plan to pass out after drinking this."

Oh, and it cost her another £50 for the taxi after I'd copiously lined the interior with fresh, chunky vomit. That taught her.
(bblgoose, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 12:18, closed)