@Sea Chicken: Ironically, that particular night had no gaps. The one time I ever passed out at a party, I woke up the next morning to find "My anus is ready" written in permanent marker on my lower back, compliments of my fraternity brothers.
Luckily, this was before the World Wide Web, Facebook, MySpace, etc.
"...a spigot that looks suitably impossible to properly sterilize"? I thought Jägermeister killed everything. It did a bang up job taking down my freshman year GPA, my relationship with my high school sweetheart, and about a decade of memory.
This stuff will kill you if you aren't careful. Even after living in Germany for over a year the locals were able to get me shitfaced with this stuff whenever they felt like it.
@TheGuinnessTooth: They don't call it liquid Valium for nothing. The buzz you get from that stuff is legendary. Comfortably Numb doesn't begin to describe it.
I remember being in a bar in Stuttgart on Christmas Eve. If you've never been there, let me tell you, the whole country shuts down tight at noon on 12/24, so it was nearly miraculous that I could find a bar still open in the afternoon. Inside, the bartender was serving up small beers for one mark (about 40 cents at the time), so I had a few of those. There were three old guys next to me at the bar playing Chicago (a dice game) for shots of Jaegermeister. One of them didn't want to come home to his wife with a Jaegermeister buzz, so he started pushing free shots of Jaeger my way. Needless to say, my wife was not too pleased when she got home from her job as a telephone operator (this was about 1985) and saw me sprawled on the bed stoned out of my gourd.
Moral: You gotta both admire and respect Jaegermeister.
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That was a good night. Mostly.
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Luckily, this was before the World Wide Web, Facebook, MySpace, etc.
Good times...
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I remember being in a bar in Stuttgart on Christmas Eve. If you've never been there, let me tell you, the whole country shuts down tight at noon on 12/24, so it was nearly miraculous that I could find a bar still open in the afternoon. Inside, the bartender was serving up small beers for one mark (about 40 cents at the time), so I had a few of those. There were three old guys next to me at the bar playing Chicago (a dice game) for shots of Jaegermeister. One of them didn't want to come home to his wife with a Jaegermeister buzz, so he started pushing free shots of Jaeger my way. Needless to say, my wife was not too pleased when she got home from her job as a telephone operator (this was about 1985) and saw me sprawled on the bed stoned out of my gourd.
Moral: You gotta both admire and respect Jaegermeister.
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It's cool looking and retro, but a plastic one will be lighter and might even work slightly better.
This did tug at the sentiment though. :)