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I mean, could you have guessed that after having the good idea to hold a beer bong contest where round one (one beer) was swiftly followed by round two (two beers) and then round three (three beers) after which contestant number one immediately puked all six beers and the contents of his stomach and maybe a little chunk of his small intestine that floated up in the effervescence from the cans of Modelo injected into his system through a funnel and a hose? I wasn't watching the spectacle (as you can see from my picture, there wasn't a whole lot of visibility anyway) until the last round when I watched the poor man who was about to experience the wrath of a body forced to drink nine cups of liquid in what boils down to just a few minutes in front of a large crowd of spectators. His eyes bulged like Large Marge, I kid you not. Actually, puking was probably the better option. If his eyeballs had popped out of his face and beer gushed out of his eye sockets, could I say that I would have been surprised? Hardly.
Yay Labor Day Weekend.
and I've always wanted a briefcase hand-cuffed to my wrist are two of my favorite lines from Mitch Hedberg that pop-up in my consciousness from time to time.
Summer is here and the search for the perfect summer beverage has begun. So far we've tried these, both to much success (photos will be forthcoming, I drank mine all too fast to even consider documentation, but I'm not as excited now so next time; next time).
Pimm's Cup made with home-made, fresh ginger-ale (which is awesome on its own, by the by)
Fill a glass with ice. Pour it half full of Pimm's. In a separate cup mix the juice of a chunk of ginger squeezed from the gratings of a piece about the size of your thumb with some agave nectar (or simple syrup) and the juice from half a lime. Mix until combined and add selzer water. Then top off your Pimm's cup with your fresh gingerale, stir and garnish with a wedge of lime. (Peep Nekko in the upper corner of this picture!)
Campari and fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice
Um, mix Campari and fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice? (1 part to 3?) Serve over ice and a piece of lime (?).
Did you know that the red color in Campari's comes from insects? YIKES! So, anyway, vegans beware! NO CAMPARI FOR YOU!
I mean, could you have guessed that after having the good idea to hold a beer bong contest where round one (one beer) was swiftly followed by round two (two beers) and then round three (three beers) after which contestant number one immediately puked all six beers and the contents of his stomach and maybe a little chunk of his small intestine that floated up in the effervescence from the cans of Modelo injected into his system through a funnel and a hose? I wasn't watching the spectacle (as you can see from my picture, there wasn't a whole lot of visibility anyway) until the last round when I watched the poor man who was about to experience the wrath of a body forced to drink nine cups of liquid in what boils down to just a few minutes in front of a large crowd of spectators. His eyes bulged like Large Marge, I kid you not. Actually, puking was probably the better option. If his eyeballs had popped out of his face and beer gushed out of his eye sockets, could I say that I would have been surprised? Hardly.
