Lighten up, Francis.
Posted on 06/08/2008 7:31:31 PM PDT by Slings and Arrows
Getting drunk on a tight budget is practically a rite of passage. Just about all of us have some tale to tell about nights spent getting ****faced on Olde English 800 or some equally putrid swill.
But party all the time as we might, it's doubtful any of us have stories that involve being so broke, we had to resort to throwing down any of this. If we had, we'd likely not have lived to talk about it.
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Why are the moderators allowing crap like this to be posted here? Slow night?
Nah. I heard it's to give uptight losers something to complain about. It prevents them from annoying the rest of us with their incessant whining.
Old Milwaukee.
Shudder...
An oldie but “goodie,” Billy Bear!
Don’t forget Milwaukee’s Best (aka Milwaukee’s Beast).
I met up with some friends while back home on leave. They were buying (and drinking) cases of "Meister Brau" every night.
Nobody mentioned "Wine in a Box" yet.
That's "bref", actually.
One evening my brother and I got called out on an emergency job after pretty much finishing off a box. Not my most pleasent recollection.
What line of work are you in where you go on emergency calls after drinking a “box” of wine?
My grandfather told me that during the prohibition, people actually believed that if you poured antifreeze through a strainer filled with potatoes(or was it potato peels?) that the potatoes would soak up the bad stuff and what ran out the strainer was ok to drink.
rocket surgery
LOL!
(white port and lemon juice)
Oh, man. Lucky Lager. The memories — well, the lack of distinct memories from college. The ghetto mart next to my apartment had a huge supply of 4/$1 cans of Lucky Lager. Truly the floor sweepings of brewing.
These days, I’ll stick with something like a Sprecher Double IPA.
The Screech Story
Before liquor boards were created, Jamaican rum was a popular part of a Newfoundlanders diet, with salt fish traded to the West in exchange for rum. When the Government took control of the liquor business, it began selling the rum in unlabelled bottles. The product remained nameless until the American servicemen came to the Island during World War II.
The story goes like this: The commanding officer of the original detachment was having his first taste. The Newfoundlander downed his drink in one gulp, so the American did the same.. The American’s blood-curdling scream attracted alot of attention. An American sergeant who heard the sound from outside pounded his fist on the door and demanded to know, "What the cripes was that ungodly screech?"
The Newfoundlander replied in true Newfie form, "Da Screech? ‘Tis the rum, me son."
As all embarrassing moments do, the incident spread, and the soldiers were determined to try this mysterious "Screech" to see what all of the fuss was about. The drink was soon their favorite.
The Liquor Board adopted the name and began labeling the dark rum Newfoundland Screech.
No comment. But involving emergency response to property damage, not human health and safety.
That was about 25 years ago, so I think we’re past the statute of limitations.
Also not something I’m particularly proud of, in retrospect, although attitudes towards driving while a little under the influence were a good deal different then.
Lighten up, Francis.
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