"Well, you can do whatever you want to us, but I for one am not going to stand here and listen to you badmouth the United States of America. Gentlemen!"
Posted on 12/21/2017 11:37:30 AM PST by ItsOnlyDaryl
According to authorities in Maryland, a raging fraternity party away from American University’s campus led to multiple arrests and a discernible presence of alcohol lingering in the air.
At least 70 people, many of whom were minors, were at the home when officers responded to complaints about the gathering billed online as “Tequila Tuesday.”
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I burped.
Sorry.
If tuesdays are for tequila, I want to know what they do on Friday nights.
Four Roses? fernet? Finlandia? Frangelico?
I’m a fraternity adviser. No. Unlike our parties in the day, you have to worry about people dying. Kids learn to drink liquor first these days. It’s easy to drink yourself into a coma.
DAMN good one!!
Would that most 18 year olds were getting drunk and sleeping off booze than shooting heroin, taking opoids, benzos etc.
It still makes me sick just thinking about it now. 8>)
Just for the record I have been sober for over 20 years.
We started with 3.2 beer at 18. Liquor was a pain to get so we didn’t bother. By the time we were 21, we had figured out what not to do.
We were having a party one night. A guy came in hammered and started doing shots. We figured he was going to be in bad shape so the last shot was Syrup of Ipecac. Then we pushed his head through an open window. I hope that wasn’t your car under it.
I heard of ‘contact highs’ back in the ‘60s but thought it had to do with something else.
My friends sister kept us in alcohol. She was of age and could buy the good stuff.
We’d pool our money and give it to my friend and she’d make a “beer run.”
I remember my friend opening the trunk of his car — it was full with beer and whiskey, everything. BTW, beer doesn’t taste very good after a couple of weeks of rolling around in the trunk. It was during the summer too.
I wonder what might have happened if we had been pulled over. We were foolish! And stupid.
LOL, I love the tone of voice, too...
What would the air test for at Taco Bell party?
I remember when I was 17 me and my best friend got a couple of six packs of Schlitz Malt Liquor 16 oz cans with the pull tab tops. My parents were supposed to go out for the evening, and when we took them back to my parents house, as we walked up...my parents were still home and my mother looked out and saw us walking up! This was the middle of February, and it was about 10 degrees out, so we hurriedly ditched the two six packs into a large snow-covered box hedge where we could retrieve it after my parents left.
Well, they didn’t leave for a while, and we were itching to get our beer, and as soon as they left, we grabbed the beers, but they appeared to be frozen.
We got out the lobster pot, filled it with warm water and put in on the stove on low heat, and gently placed the cans of malt liquor in the pot one by one.
So far so good.
We went back about 15 min later to see how they were going, and the cans were all completely distorted with the tops and bottoms bulging out grotesquely!
I gingerly extracted one to open it and see how it was inside, and almost the second the thing cleared the water, it exploded!
The stove, refrigerator,walls, overhead, floor, and me were covered in Schlitz Malt Liquor! You know how people who see a trauma are surprised to see so much blood, as if they couldn’t believe there was that much blood in a person?
That was how I felt standing there motionless, covered in the malt liquor as it dripped from the walls and the overhead! I simply couldn’t believe all of that came out of that one 16 oz can!
Switch to next scene.
I have a shipping blanket draped over me, my dad’s face shield he used on his grinding wheel on my head, oven mitts on each hand, long barbeque tongs in my hands, and my buddy an inch behind me as I crept up on the stove! Heh, I felt like I was on a bomb squad, which I suppose in a way, I was...
Laboriously, one by one, we gently removed them, and carrying them like live and armed ordinance, we took each one out the kitchen back door into the winter night. We were able to drink them later...:)
I washed and washed, but simply could not get the smell of the malt liquor out of everything...it seemed liked it had soaked into the wooden floor and hastily painted walls. But...my parents never said anything. Could never figure that out.
He and I went into the Navy together under the “buddy system”. When we finished “A” school together, we had assumed we were going to go to the fleet together, but they sent him to Miramar to VF126, and they sent me to VA-46 and the USS Kennedy on the other side of the country.
I was so despondent, I drank down an entire fifth of Four Roses whiskey, and became violently ill. I had one of the new polaroid cameras, and my buddy took a picture of me stark naked, curled up in a fetal position on top of a washing machine in the barracks as he washed my clothes. He got me to bed, and convinced the Petty Officer taking muster the next morning I was too sick to get out of bed, so he didn’t mark me as AWOL.
He did give me the photo because he thought it was hilarious (which I destroyed) but that is an example of what a best friend is for...when you do something so incredibly stupid and harmful, he watches over you, takes care of you, and covers for you.
Still my best friend to this day.
I was in my late teens and went for a Sunday drive with some friends, one of whom produced a bottle of vodka. Some straight slugs later, my memory ceased to record, though there was a brief moment in a service station rest room having water splashed in my face. Then blotto again.
Knowing not what else to do with me, my friends, I am told, dumped me out of the car onto the front lawn of my home, wherein my parents were entertaining guests.
I woke up in bed not knowing how I had got there and wondering if I had pulled it off. My father came in and asked if I was alright. “Yeah, daddy, I’m fine,” was the reply. Monday being a school day, I was hauled out of my warm bed and sent to school for a day of misery. I don’t think it was ever mentioned again.
LOL, I had kind of the same experience...I had drunk myself insensible, and the group of people I was with, not knowing what else to do, dumped me on the lawn. (It wasn’t February!)
At some point I came to, made it to the front door and kind of came to a grinding halt functionally with my face pressed against the vertical glass pane on the side of the door, and my mother in her nightgown walked by as I stood frozen, unable to figure out how to get my keys out and open the door.
A look of puzzlement crossed her face, and she came over and opened the door (that I was leaning on) and I fell face down into the house.
I began to crawl to the toilet, and she walked after me, berating me and kicking me in the ass.
I made it up to my room, and woke up fully clothed the next morning on my back in the bed, feet on the floor, arms stretched to either side, with no conception of where I was or where I had been. I had a wide brim leather hat and wore glasses, neither was there.
I couldn’t find them, and my memory was coming back, so I thought they might be on the lawn. They weren’t. I saw a shape in the driveway, it was my crushed hat and crushed glasses where they had obviously driven over them in their haste to leave.
I have had six hangovers in my life, and that was one of them. Until she died, my mother would recount to my discomfiture the ass kicking she gave me as I crawled along the floor...I think she rather enjoyed in an odd way recounting that story to me, and how could I blame her?
I was wondering how you got rid of the smell. Beer has a distinct smell. Maybe your parents thought that the smell was coming from the fridge? Sometimes we get lucky.
Yup. A good friend. Great story!
History never repeats itself exactly,
but sometimes it rhymes!
Explosive gas.
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