Palinka wrote:Yet again The Magazine
got there first!
Read and learn, children...
Forgot about this article... ahhhhh, the beer tie, as I just made up on the spot here. Once had a night with too many irish car bombs and jager at a buddy's house. It was a fantastic, wonderous attic type room where we could smoke as many cigarettes as we wanted, INDOORS, and the others, who were imbiders of another form of smoke, could take to their joys. Well, I ran out of cigarettes, as I always do at smoke-allowed-inside establishments. Was completely plastered, and I knew my buddy had Camel Wides. I said "Darian, cou..could I get one of those turkish wides?" because my brain mashed my turkish royals with the camel wides. I figured it was slurred enough nobody would know, but I was wrong - I STILL get made fun of for that. "Yea dude, it's my last one, take it".
I took one drag, and up came all that irish car bomb curdling, the jager, the jameson, the guiness, the pringles, everything. I had been seated on the floor against a bed. It came from nowhere as the cigarette went into my mouth. I bullfrogged, and it started leaking. I decided I'd be valiant and release on my shirt.
Terrible terrible idea, in retrospect. But, then again, at least I'm welcome back there in the future.