Dixieland Delight or Rig Fuel?
I'll tell ya about*my most hilarious experience with MOONSHINE in the South.
My friends are notorious drinkers, all who had something to do with farming or outrageous sexual experiences. Almost everyday, it's brewskie night, though I know better! LOL Yeah I will drink, but every now and then. They love beer, I'm OK with it, but I like the hard stuff. Usually, I will down a Jack (2 oz shot) and Coke. It suits me good, I've grown a tolerance to it and hold it in nicely. I'll tell you this, if you're gonna be doing this, then you will have to initiate yourself with the 'Hugging of the shitter!'* You can't hold in your poison unless you prep your innards to constant abuse. Who can forget the first time he/she hurled their sacred nectar? No one knows this, but that was during my stint at Disney - me and a few roomates drank a round from EVERY International Pavilion at EPCOT - take a good guess what happened. Hint: It isn't sanctioned by Mickey Mouse himself.
Disclaimer: Good chance of fucking up your liver and God forbid, what have you with plumbing trouble - Do this at your own risk!
So one night, our neighbor Bobo*showed up*and invited us to his 4th of July bash*for a weekend. Flask in hand (guess what it had in it!), he poured*us a shot and told me, "Try this. It's a little something a buddy brewed up in the Tennessee mountains."
So, I*slammed it. It went down smooth as a virgin's inner thigh, got about halfway down my esophagus (throat pipe for those who don't know your anatomy), and went off like a hand grenade. Then it just all settled in, everybody celebrated that toast "HELL YEAH!" I was beyond myself already, then I thought 'nothing to it'. We went over outside his place and slammed some more. Then after 14 shots, it hit me like a runaway train. I got dizzy and my head began to pound. Everywhere I looked appeared like a lagging vid cam. After my final "HELL YEAH!", I looked at them with a face like suddenly getting the urge to shit. They dragged my ass outside the deck and I messed up his*perfectly manicured lawn. Whoo! That was disgusting as hell, I don't think anyone's seen*an ocean sized pour down. Looking at their faces,*they could have sworn it was time to hose me down with*some*nasty stomach reliever, but - ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD DUDES!*
After that, I woke up the next morning on our deck, and I have no idea how the hell I got there. Funny thing is, no hangover - and was told his gorgeous cousin and I were pawing each other. Talk about possibly doing it, and not remember it!
I'm pretty sure*anyone could have run it in*their truck and it would have cleaned*it's valves quite nicely. But I'll tell you this, only trust it from who you know. The right kind is pure ethanol, pure alcohol. The wrong stuff may have methanol and other impurities that can put you out for good. LOL
Yea, I guess i'm the exception!
