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I have a buddy that makes shine. He claims it's about 150 proof and I believe it. I'll mix it with OJ or V8 Splash juice and shit my intestinal lining out for a couple of days after drinking it. That being said, it flat gets the head change job done... quickly.
 
Lemon gin for me. Once upon a time in my young and stupid days I consumed a 26 sitting at the fire at a party, just right out of the bottle no mix. Just as I polished the bottle off I noticed some red writing on the bottom of the back label. It said...

“Do not drink straight, may cause temporary blindness”

I passed the bottle around and we all had a laugh, in fact I laughed so hard I turbo puked about 6' into the fire then I puked on some chick. At that point nobody would come near me let alone allow me into the cabin to sleep it off. I fell over on my side and couldn't barely move someone got a shovel and dug a hole for me to puke into and I filled it. I crawled away from it and promptly passed out.

When I came to sometime the next day I just wanted to fucking die. My head wasn't just pounding it felt like ya know in the cartoons when a guy hits his thumb and it's like pulsing and shit, yea that was my head. I couldn't see out of my right eye and my left wasn't much better. There was puke everywhere, pretty sure I found a piece of my colon in a puddle.

Just about then the dry heaves started, like holy fuck if I woulda had a knife I woulda slit my wrists to end the fucking pain. Eventually someone brought me a bucket of water and some asprin, yea that didn't help but it was at least something to puke up instead of dust. I laid out there almost all day and finally got into the cabin and into bed.

It was probably 36 hrs at least before the pain subsided, my vision returned and I was able to keep anything down.

I was lucky that although everyone had left for home 2 girls took pity on me and stayed behind to nursemaid me.

To this day I can't even look at a bottle of it without feeling sick:laughing:
 
When I was in high school we made the "assfucker 5000" It was a bottle of blue nun, half a quart of frozen strawberries, two cans of Budweiser, about 3 oz of rum, and some lemon juice.

It was fucking nasty.
 
Lemon gin for me. Once upon a time in my young and stupid days I consumed a 26 sitting at the fire at a party, just right out of the bottle no mix. Just as I polished the bottle off I noticed some red writing on the bottom of the back label. It said...

“Do not drink straight, may cause temporary blindness”

I passed the bottle around and we all had a laugh, in fact I laughed so hard I turbo puked about 6' into the fire then I puked on some chick. At that point nobody would come near me let alone allow me into the cabin to sleep it off. I fell over on my side and couldn't barely move someone got a shovel and dug a hole for me to puke into and I filled it. I crawled away from it and promptly passed out.

When I came to sometime the next day I just wanted to fucking die. My head wasn't just pounding it felt like ya know in the cartoons when a guy hits his thumb and it's like pulsing and shit, yea that was my head. I couldn't see out of my right eye and my left wasn't much better. There was puke everywhere, pretty sure I found a piece of my colon in a puddle.

Just about then the dry heaves started, like holy fuck if I woulda had a knife I woulda slit my wrists to end the fucking pain. Eventually someone brought me a bucket of water and some asprin, yea that didn't help but it was at least something to puke up instead of dust. I laid out there almost all day and finally got into the cabin and into bed.

It was probably 36 hrs at least before the pain subsided, my vision returned and I was able to keep anything down.

I was lucky that although everyone had left for home 2 girls took pity on me and stayed behind to nursemaid me.

To this day I can't even look at a bottle of it without feeling sick:laughing:

God damn hilarious.
 
Jesus fucking christ......why? How?
Don't get me wrong, one of my best friend's on this Earth owns/operates his own brewery and I love craft beer. I can roll into his place, walk behind the bar, and pour myself anything I want to my heart's content, and its amazing.

If I have a day to wrench on my own projects in my shop, I will push aside all the craft beer/bud/miller lite/whatever else and jump head first into a Loko and proceed to happily work my ass off for the day.

Its motivational juice for me, and I love it. Green Apple is my jam.
 
Lemon gin for me. Once upon a time in my young and stupid days I consumed a 26 sitting at the fire at a party, just right out of the bottle no mix. Just as I polished the bottle off I noticed some red writing on the bottom of the back label. It said...

“Do not drink straight, may cause temporary blindness”

I passed the bottle around and we all had a laugh, in fact I laughed so hard I turbo puked about 6' into the fire then I puked on some chick. At that point nobody would come near me let alone allow me into the cabin to sleep it off. I fell over on my side and couldn't barely move someone got a shovel and dug a hole for me to puke into and I filled it. I crawled away from it and promptly passed out.

When I came to sometime the next day I just wanted to fucking die. My head wasn't just pounding it felt like ya know in the cartoons when a guy hits his thumb and it's like pulsing and shit, yea that was my head. I couldn't see out of my right eye and my left wasn't much better. There was puke everywhere, pretty sure I found a piece of my colon in a puddle.

Just about then the dry heaves started, like holy fuck if I woulda had a knife I woulda slit my wrists to end the fucking pain. Eventually someone brought me a bucket of water and some asprin, yea that didn't help but it was at least something to puke up instead of dust. I laid out there almost all day and finally got into the cabin and into bed.

It was probably 36 hrs at least before the pain subsided, my vision returned and I was able to keep anything down.

I was lucky that although everyone had left for home 2 girls took pity on me and stayed behind to nursemaid me.

To this day I can't even look at a bottle of it without feeling sick:laughing:

This makes me happy to have the palate of a 10yo. I think alcohol tastes like furniture stripper, don't like feeling dizzy, and only drink a Corona Light here and there.

Fun at parties, huh?
 
Whatever the hell this shit is. I got it in trade for some work in college, from someone who had brought it back from China, and even in those heathen days I was unable/ unwilling to finish it. It has some taste like cheap fruit punch, sake, and cough syrup that has been mixed together and then left in the sun for a few weeks. The worst part is that the flavor lingers in you mouth no mater what you try to chase it with. The only time it has been touched since one night of underage desperation was when me and my bother decided to have a stand off over who had the nastier liquor in their bar. He had some ginger root infused booze (unsurprisingly also from China) that tasted like dirt. This shit barely hit the bottom of his stomach before it had him running to go puke in the sink :lmao:
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Warm Jack Daniels, chasing it with Boones Farm strawberry hill.
Cherry sloe gin straight out of the bottle, almost as hot as coffee from sitting in the sun.
High school shenanigans.

I remember a river trip where I was broke as fuck but "luckily" stumbled upon most of a black velvet and coke (3 parts BV, 1 part Coke) that I'd left in the bed of my truck all day in the 1 liter coke bottle. It'd been so baked by the sun that there was no color left in the bottle and it imploded when I set it in the river to cool it off. Still solidly hot coffee temp when I started drinking it.
 
I remember a river trip where I was broke as fuck but "luckily" stumbled upon most of a black velvet and coke (3 parts BV, 1 part Coke) that I'd left in the bed of my truck all day in the 1 liter coke bottle. It'd been so baked by the sun that there was no color left in the bottle and it imploded when I set it in the river to cool it off. Still solidly hot coffee temp when I started drinking it.

Jim Beam chugs, Coca-Cola chaser's. The devil invades you with every swallow. At my worst, I'd drink 2 5th bottles a weekend. 25 years later I still gag and dry heave smelling Jim Beam. Fuck. That. Shit.

But JB was the reason I joined the Army and left home, so he might have served his purpose, but he can eat a whole bowl of dicks. Never again.
 
Jim Beam chugs, Coca-Cola chaser's. The devil invades you with every swallow. At my worst, I'd drink 2 5th bottles a weekend. 25 years later I still gag and dry heave smelling Jim Beam. Fuck. That. Shit.

But JB was the reason I joined the Army and left home, so he might have served his purpose, but he can eat a whole bowl of dicks. Never again.

That's Jack Daniels for me, don't know why since I've gotten dangerously drunk on other shit but the old JD black label is a no-go for me. Only got real fucked up on it once, that wasn't even that bad but apparently it was enough. I have gotten a little soft though, I used to just show up to a party with a 1/2 gallon of MacNaughton or a fifth or two of Jim Beam and a 1 liter of Dr. Pepper, and the Dr. Pepper was mostly for other people. I can still drink Jim Beam but I gotta mix it now, shots will make me heave.
 
Awesome thread.

New drink of death: everything in this thread mixed together. :lmao:
 
I wouldn't really call them "drinks of death" but, Tequila & grapefruit juice - they pretty much neutralize each other so its like drinking water. Chocolate milk w/Seagrams 7 isn't too bad if you mix it just right.

Back in high school (1980s) Everclear and strawberry Kool-Aid fucked me up pretty good.


I did a basic bacardi and fruit punch on the river the other day and was in shambles in no time. Forget that, I'm trying to maintain a buzz not skip right over it into frat party blackout mode.
 
Dominican Mamajuana. I would rather drink piss luged down a urinal cake than take one sip of that shit ever again.
 
"Death Wish" = 1/2 151, 1/2 hot sauce. That was my 20th and 21st shots on my 21st birthday way back when and the last I drank that night. Can't say I recall them being awful at the time, but thinking back they probably were.I mean it was good enough to do drink two back to back, though they were free.

Hennessy for the loss. Worst drink ever.
 
Monster. I drink one, and the next day I'm shitting razor blades. :homer:
 
Everclear and Dr. Pepper... ugh


Growing up we were really involved in showing cattle. My brother and I always had at least 4 high dollar steers on feed for junior market shows, and the family had a show string of 15-20 head that we would haul to all the open shows. When you have that many head tied, somebody is always with them, and we always had a handle of everclear in the show box (pump a little everclear into the rumen and the most unruly bull will chill the fuck out).

If you leave a 16 year old to watch some tied up cows in a show barn from 11P to 5A by himself he will top off that soda with the aforementioned everclear repeatedly , loose the ability to stand, pass out in the barn, and pay dearly for it the next day.
 
Dominican Mamajuana. I would rather drink piss luged down a urinal cake than take one sip of that shit ever again.

Played that game on an all inclusive 8 day vacation. 6 out of 8 nights we don't remember the stumble back to the villa. Not the worst thing I've drank though, that honor goes to a local bar and a drink named after a friend of mine.

We call it Blake C's Revenge, it's equal parts Jim Beam, Jack Daniels and Jagermeister with a splash of grenadine. It's something you send down the bar to the new kid on his 21st birthday just to make sure he never wants to drink again.

A close second was something we came up with in the basement of a frat house full of wannabee engineers, they rigged up a small pot still and ran a half keg of coors through it. That keg had been sitting in the corner for at least 6 months and was well and good skunky. What came out was 150 proof toilet bowl cleaner and we added just enough OJ to color it up, it was a shit show with a cleanup that took their favorite sorority all day sunday to clean up.
 
I drank my share, a lot less now but in the late 80's there was a segment on 20/20 or 60 minutes about a drink that college students were buying, drinking too much and dieing. Obviously we needed some of that. I had a CJ-5 on 42 swampers, no chance I would let someone take it. It's the only time I couldn't remember driving home, or how the hell I got there, missed a chunk of time and was in somebody elses truck? I ended up with the furnace cranked to Sun, shivering, shaking and sweating...it was a rough one. No more whatever the hell that shit was. It tasted like koolaid.
 
One Friday night, I drank a 1 liter bottle of Jager and about 5 green monsters, the big ones with the screw on cap mixed together throughout the course of the night. I was hammered as fuck, stayed drunk for the entire weekend, and had a hangover for about 3 days after that. It literally took a full week for the effects to wear off. I couldn't sleep the entire weekend. Work time rolled around on Monday, and I still felt it, something of a combination of hopped up, a little buzzed, with a pounding headache. It was horrible. I haven't touched Jager or the green monsters since, but I will have one of the sugar free Monsters on occasion. These days, I may have a beer or two, or the occasional mixed drink, but I think that was the last time I was seriously hammered beyond belief.
 
One Friday night, I drank a 1 liter bottle of Jager and about 5 green monsters, the big ones with the screw on cap mixed together throughout the course of the night. I was hammered as fuck, stayed drunk for the entire weekend, and had a hangover for about 3 days after that. It literally took a full week for the effects to wear off. I couldn't sleep the entire weekend. Work time rolled around on Monday, and I still felt it, something of a combination of hopped up, a little buzzed, with a pounding headache. It was horrible. I haven't touched Jager or the green monsters since, but I will have one of the sugar free Monsters on occasion. These days, I may have a beer or two, or the occasional mixed drink, but I think that was the last time I was seriously hammered beyond belief.

Used to do jagerbombs and pound Coors light every Thursday-saturday night. We'd get 2 or 3 BFC (32 oz Big Fucking Cans) of green monster and eventually switched to sugar free monster each night and a couple fifths of Jager. Worst hangovers ever with that much sugar going into the system each night. :homer:
 
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Not nasty, so I guess not the point of this thread, but I was given several Jager/energydrink things in Mexico a couple years back. Served like a Jager bomb (shot glass of Jager, dropped upright in a glass of the energy drink). Apparently it was a "thing" there (Monterrey) but I don't remember the name of the energy drink, just that it's not sold in the US (probably a bad sign). Tastes like liquid Sweet Tarts candy, keeps you alert enough to keep drinking till you die of alcohol poisoning. Seems fitting to the thread topic at least.
 
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