Malort. Worst tasting alcohol ever. Anyone from Chicago or who has lived here agrees. If you've never had it, come on over and give it a try, I'll even buy it for ya.
Friday OT #1 - Never Again
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You wouldn't believe the looks I get when I order jaeger on the rocks. Love that stuff. So smooth!
Absolut vanilla.
Had already drank maybe 2/3 of a bottle that day (oh college tolerance, and also was the last day of marching band for the year, so being a senior i was drinking as was tradition), and at some point we started playing **** the dealer.
Well a 'friend' decided it would be funny to go behind me and hold up the numbers of the cards. When i'd gotten the deck only a few cards in. I kept losing (of course) and drinking... and went through a bottle's worth in one game of FTD.
That was also the night i puked off a balcony.
Had already drank maybe 2/3 of a bottle that day (oh college tolerance, and also was the last day of marching band for the year, so being a senior i was drinking as was tradition), and at some point we started playing **** the dealer.
Well a 'friend' decided it would be funny to go behind me and hold up the numbers of the cards. When i'd gotten the deck only a few cards in. I kept losing (of course) and drinking... and went through a bottle's worth in one game of FTD.
That was also the night i puked off a balcony.
Haven't been able to even sniff Jagermeister straight since my 20th birthday in Iowa City back in 2001. Took so many shots at Vito's, stumbled out to the ped mall, somehow ended up behind a bush next to the old capital and threw up all over it. I can do jager bombs but I'll puke immediately if it's straight.
Whatever happened to the saying, "the hair of the dog that bit you"? You're all a bunch of weenies.
Now that I got that out of the way, I'd say "Ouzo (during college I accidentally lit a bar on fire by spilling a couple of flaming shots) and the horrible mixture of Peach Schnapps and Sun Country wine coolers (high school reasons and just plain gross).
Now that I got that out of the way, I'd say "Ouzo (during college I accidentally lit a bar on fire by spilling a couple of flaming shots) and the horrible mixture of Peach Schnapps and Sun Country wine coolers (high school reasons and just plain gross).
Malort is the worst. The absolute worst tasting thing I've ever had.
My buddy keeps a bottle around, you know, to punish people.
- Malort, kick your mouth in the balls!
- Malort, when you need to unfriend someone IN PERSON.
- Malort, tonight's the night you fight your dad.
- Malort, the Champagne of pain.
- Malort, turning taste-buds into taste-foes for generations.
- Drink Malort, it's easier than telling people you have nothing to live for.
- Malort, what soap washes its mouth out with.
- Malort, these pants aren't going to sh** themselves.
Southern Comfort. I don't know what it was about any time one of my nights in college involved drinking that liquor at some point in the night but it usually ended up with a massive hangover in the morning and sometimes not recalling portions of the night. Oddly enough I drink plenty of high proof bourbons and high percentage craft beers these days that I can handle just fine but I have no desire to touch that stuff after the rough times I had with it in college.
I think it's all in the quantity. And the quality. If it tastes good, I don't want to chug it. And if it costs more, I definitely don't want to gulp it.
That's why I don't understand shots of good-tasting liquor/drinks. Savor the flavor!
I had to work a split shift on my 21st birthday. I was pissed because everyone else had seemingly disappeared as I finished up about 11:00 at night. I came out to the kitchen to see a bottle of BV and a bunch of glasses on the counter. We all did a shot in honor of my birthday and then they filled all of the glasses again - but suddenly no one wanted another shot so I finished them all. They called my wife to tell her they were kidnapping me. We ended up at a house party by Cap Timm and I puked off of a balcony. They poured me out of the car at my place at dawn much to the chagrin of my wife. I couldn't handle the smell of BV for years after that.
We were having a floor party at the Towers, back when kegs were legal in the dorms, and my roommate and another guy down the hall started drinking snowshoes as a warm-up. Shots of half Southern Comfort, half peppermint schnapps. (I wouldn't even try them). By the time my roommate's girlfriend showed up from Des Moines, about 7:00, he had his head in a wastebasket, sick as a dog, and didn't move from there until after midnight.
I'm not sure I made jello without Everclear until I had a kid.
I had a bad night of losing playing a**hole about 18 years ago and won't touch Everclear or Tang ever again. Woke up on the cross country course in the morning.
Funny, I saw this thread right behind the Omaha runzas thread. And I thought that is perfect. I will never again have a Runza.
Or 151
Or 151
