Don't blame the Gremlins this time! We all know that you and 'spud have been making homemade vodka under the access flooring again!Quote:
Originally Posted by Turtle
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Don't blame the Gremlins this time! We all know that you and 'spud have been making homemade vodka under the access flooring again!Quote:
Originally Posted by Turtle
i had some moonshine a month ago, blew my fuckin socks off, among other things...
I first drank it as a teenager. I try to get a jar about once a year or so, but it's been about two years now since I've had any. I guess it's time to make a road trip. If you know where to get the good stuff, get a little bit from time to time. Just be careful where you get it. Rot-gut can blind you at best, and kill you at worst.Quote:
Originally Posted by echoes
Never tried it but it cannot be as bad as poitin...pronounced put cheen........now theres a drink to get wasted........very dangerous if not distilled at least 3 times........even then it can still fuck you up.................woke up in a field once after that....covered in dew,wet and dying...man I was bollixed...great craic :lol:
see this is the type of thing i imagine when i think of all the drinking escapades you mention... :rofl:Quote:
Originally Posted by Gazomg
Same stuff, basically. In the early days most American Moonshiners were descendants of Scottish immigrants who had settled in the Appalachian Mountains, and the recipes were handed down from father to son. It's usually made from corn mash, but sometimes grains or even pure sugar is used instead. A good batch of 'shine will be "Double Rectified", or twice distilled, and then aged in a charred oak barrel. Those days are over now, and most moonshine these days is what's called "Sugar-shine". It isn't aged, usually going directly from the still to one gallon plastic jugs. If it's made by someone who knows what they're doing though it will still kick like a mule! 8) When I was 19 I once woke up in the back of my truck. Not too bad really, until I realized that my truck was sitting in the middle of a fish pond. Luckily my truck was a tall four wheel drive so the water was only a few inches deep in the cab. Ah, the good ol' days! :mrgreen:Quote:
Originally Posted by Gazomg
with all these fuckin stories i'm glad i only tried a sip. as i have said before, i'm not a big liquor drinker. when my friends & i do, it is usually to get wasted with something like hurricane high gravity which is 8.1% alcohol, usually in the 24 ounce cans.
You should try a "Hot Shot"! :> Take your favorite liquor, the higher the proof the better, pour it into glass, not plastic, shot glasses, being careful not to spill any, and set them on fire. Be sure to blow out the fire before drinking! Oh, and don't let it burn for too long as the glass will get too hot to handle. What's the point? Nothing! It just makes drunk guys look really cool to drunk chicks. :mrgreen:Quote:
Originally Posted by echoes
We all learn from the Simpsons..my personal mentor is Mr BurnsQuote:
Originally Posted by echoes
Excellent!
My favourite is Homers: "It's everyones fault but mine".
Hate to relate this but it illustrates how stupid a person can be in their early twenties. A good friend's family was transferred from my home town of Midland in West Texas (largest oil producing region of the U.S.) to El Paso at the western tip of the state.
Of course we had to go across the border into Mexico to Ciudad Juarez to visit some bars. We met some of his friends at "El Submarino" that was very popular with Americans. They told me as a new visitor I had to drink a "Davy Crockett" which turned out to be a flaming shot glass of some kind of anise liquor without blowing it out. I had had my share of adult beverages already and instead of throwing it down my throat that would, in theory, have extinguished it immediately, I threw it on my face and chest and rolled on the floor in flames trying to put the fire out.
I got a standing ovation from the other people in the bar for my stupidity. The stench of fried chest hair overcame the stink of very cheap Mexican cigarettes. I never ate licorice again.