If you had it in the US it probably wasn't real absinthe.Only ever had it once or twice, but definitely never developed a taste for it.
wouldnt be the first timeThey are talking about banning them here in New York.
Yup that sh!t is the original red bull and vodka. Only drink that has ever made me have a true black out experience.Did it twice in 6 year gaps and Im not doing it again soon. Every shot makes you feel much worse (or better?). First time the floor went vertical, the reality went into photo mode. Woke up with a nasty scar on my knee...
some local kids got Loko.
http://www.wfaa.com/news/crime/Alcoholic-energy-drink-lined-to-fatal-Denton-crash-108330429.html
what a stupid story.
article said:Investigators said three teenagers were running away to Oklahoma in a stolen sport utility vehicle when they crashed along I-35W in Denton early Sunday morning.
Isn't this the exact type of BS that lead to Prohibition in the first place?article said:Her 14-year-old boyfriend is charged with intoxicated manslaughter. Investigators tell News 8 one of the two boys in the car with her admitted drinking Four Loko that night.
i've got an extensive collection of empties. i can give you advice if you want it. and yes, i have applied it with Monster and achieved favorable results.^^^
I have not tried absinthe, though I'd like to, though I hear it just tastes awful, but still.
seriously. A) they're 14, shouldn't be drinking. B) they're 14 and shouldn't be driving, and C) nobody should drink and drive, regardless of what alcohol brand they drink.Isn't this the exact type of BS that lead to Prohibition in the first place?
One of my bosses slammed a Sparks at lunch. He thought it was an energy drink, like Monster or RedBull.Gas station attendants arnt even IDing for the stuff. Claimed wasn't aware it was anything besides an energy drink.
winnarBest one on the site:
johnmeds: i drank 6, ate some chinese then went to work in the morning. im an alcoholic. you guys are pussies.
24oz of 12% is the same as 4 6% beers... Nothing NEAR 12 shots of vodka.So just doing some numbers....... 24oz can's of 12% alcohol is equal to ~6 shots of vodka and god knows how much caffeine (news reports claim 12?). Suddenly those stories don't sound like they're exaggerating as much.
I thought it was something other than just % of alhokol. I'm pretty sure the local polish ethnic minority called Łemkowie makes a Vodka and other things around it at similar 70-80% voltage and they don't go blind. Though I drank a sweed plum vodka/something with them once and slept 24hours without feeling drunk.Drinking undiluted Absinthe is not the smartestest thing you can do. Probably not all that good for your optic nerves - like grain alcohol. True and sort of related story: theUSSR had a real problem with losing air force mechanics at an alarming rate. They were all going blind from drinking jet fuel.
LOL tags!
He wasn't claiming 12 shots of vodka. He was talking 12 something cafinateds, probably coffee cups.24oz of 12% is the same as 4 6% beers... Nothing NEAR 12 shots of vodka.
(24 x 12% = 288) (48 x 6 = 288)
A can of Loko is about the same as an decent quality/strength SINGLE cup of coffee - 135mg. See: http://www.ridemonkey.com/forums/showpost.php?p=3548138&postcount=30He wasn't claiming 12 shots of vodka. He was talking 12 something cafinateds, probably coffee cups.
oh wowConnor X: Just an average Connor X Tuesday night, I thought as I double-dogged two broads from behind. Whoa. Hold on. Back up a minute. Rewind. Lets start at the beginning. I was chilling with my boys, watching the game and doing Four Loko. No big whoop. Like I said, average Tuesday night. I was maybe thirty lokos deep when my boy Shawn suggested we go down to the trendy new nightspot where all the vapid *beep* and collar-popping asshats got together to try to bump uglies. So we all piled into the patented Connor-mobile (heh, of course Im not drunk driving, officer ) and went to the spot. Now bear in mind, Ive got like seventy lokos in my gut at this point, so Im a little sloppy. But hey, Im Connor X. The nights just getting started. We roll into the club and I just see this vast expanse of vapid *beep* One vapid *beep* steps up to me and barks, youre kinda cute. I look at my boys and just know. Countdown to destruction in five four three two I smirk and reply, Yeah, I know. Now who ordered a doggie bag? Cause weve got a genuine d-o-g on our hands! Her lip quivered and then she pulled out a gun and shot her face off. Roasted. Toasted. And burnt to a crisp. I high-fived my boy Steve-o and walked to the bar. I started pounding beer shots. I had probably eighty mugs of beer before the barkeep said, Whoa, fella, I think youve had enough. With a wide grin spreading across my beer-encrusted face, I told him, Enoughs enough, fella. He toppled backwards into the shelves of beer and booze and his head fell off. Score one for the Con-man. I slammed about twenty more beerskis and whoa. Lets just say I was starting to feel it. Let the games begin, I told my boy Jakester. I scoped out the room. Jokers to the left of me; jokers to the right. Here I am, stuck in the middle with me, myself, and I, I thought. I scoped out one broad and the veins in her rack were busting out of their seams. I sidled up to her. Hey, I think theres something wrong with my receipt. Hm? she asked inquisitively. Yeah, I yeahed. It doesnt have your number on it. She laughed like a hyena and then laughed some more. I took this opportunity to pound a booze shot. I had her eating out of my hands, literally! Just then a popped-collar assbasket walked up from literally out of nowhere. Is this guy bothering you? he asked the broad douchely. Not as much as your breath is bothering me, twathandle, I deftly proclaimed. Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, say hello to the dog-faced boy. I dont know whether to shake your hand or give you a pat on the muzzle. I knew I had another burn in me before I closed the casket on this one. I tore off his popped collar and threw it across the mighty Potomac , deftly proclaiming, Fetch, Lassie. He aged two hundred years right before my eyes before promptly decomposing, like that dude in the end of Last Crusade. I flashed my infamous pwned grin and with a twinkle in my eyes, turned on the game. I told the broad my infamous dirty knees story and before long, she was literally eating out of my hands. I think you should meet my friend, she flirted in my direction. Game on, I volleyed back. Flash forward to two hours later and Im sack-deep in some premium poon tang. The two broads are doing orgasms left and right. Were getting it on so hard. Racks are bouncing everywhere. Clits stand at attention and then nut girl stuff all over the place. You name it, these broads and I did it. 69. Doggie style. Karma sutra. Just low-down, nasty sex stuff. If I told you, you wouldnt even believe me. Lets just say, do the words donkey punch ring a bell? We made sex for like three days (Viagra? Yeah, right! Meet Connor-agra!) and I was just nailing these broads. Racks, boobs you name it, I nailed it. It reminded me of the time I got a blowjob while skydiving off the Eiffel Tower . But thats a story for another day Then it hit me. These werent just broads; they were vapid *beep* I hastily busted my nut and shuffled them out the door. Call me? they said in unison. In your dreams, I shouted back, slamming the door in their vapid faces. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was my boy Chas. Were hitting the new hotspot nightplace; you wanna come with? Without hesitation, I duded in the affirmative. We rolled out. Oh yeah, I was also totally drunk, having done lots of Loko while slamming the sleazes. But not too drunk, because I have a very high tolerance (what can I say? When you get your drink on as much as Connor X, youre bound to build up a tolerance). We rolled up to the hotplace nightspot. It looked new and shiny in the crisp autumn air. I took my pants off and we went inside. The bouncer stopped me. What do you think youre doing, sir? he meekly asked. Its the no-pants zone and I am the zonester, I hurled back as I strolled in with nary a care in the world. He fell backwards in his bouncer chair and cracked his skull on the baseboard. Brain matter and spinal fluid leaked out in a gross way. I didnt give a crap. I scoped out the broad situation. Affirmatory. Broad at 10 oclock . I sauntered up. Im Connor X. Spank you very much. She melted like butter in my hands and was also literally eating out of them. After I shot the shiat with her for a while, I said, my place or yours? She vapidly suggested mine and we got a cab and headed back to Connor X H.Q. for a night of romance. Then we bootiefarked.
apparently you've never tried lemonade. that **** is gross.watermelon is the worst flavor