If you want a really good impression, eat an Arby's giant roast beef a few hours earlier.
Oh hell yes. Trippy AF when we were kids, and we didn't know about "substances" yet.
My Jagermeister story involves a full bottle of Jag, two beer mugs, and a chugging contest. Then buckets and buckets of vomit, a meal no oner got to eat, trips to the car wash, more vomit, then me sleeping on the porch in a sport coat. Woke up hungry, so I went in and ate some leftover pineapple and cottage cheese. More vomit. Woke up feeling great and went car shopping. I was not quite 30. Now I'm 61. This time I think we'll skip the beer mugs and drink like civilized apes.
This Jägermeister topic also made me remember Yukon Jack. I liked it, straight or with a dash of lime juice (called a snake bite) until the day I had the worst puking sick drunk of my life on it. That was 40ish years ago, and after that I couldn't go near the stuff for at least five years. "At least" because I haven't tried since then.This is what used to cause me fark ups when I was much younger; don't touch this stuff now: "Yukon Jack"
No, it does not. Because I never forgot it. (But then, I'm not GenX.)
Oops, it's "both" now!
Ever since I was a young boy.
Ever since I was a young boy.
/smhI learned how to slap the front sides "just right"; didn't always work and then there was that sad sound...
How Tommy learned to count to twelve.Ever since I was a young boy.
and was sung by the pointer sisters...
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