lol american beer sucks.
go try our american beers. and not bud, miller or cooers.
we actually have good beer. they just don't advertise it.
lol american beer sucks.
go try our american beers. and not bud, miller or cooers.
we actually have good beer. they just don't advertise it.
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Don't forget, tequila is de awesome killa - a real deal and vodka is workout for your drinking skills.Originally Posted by Sinister
Last edited by Odin1199; 08-01-2013 at 09:15 AM.
Cries. Really?Anywho. Beer is an acquired taste. And yes, I like my Budweiser & Miller Lite (so contradictory of me, I know). But I also like Mexican stuff and Guinness Extra Stout and a few others. So suck on that.
Also I guess the beers I tend to like are usually 8~12% ABV lol. SHIT IS DELICIOUS THOUGH.
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I also love gin and tonic. I dont care if it has a slice of lemon or lime, its just beautiful. I dont drink often anymore, but when I do I try to do so on an empty stomach. If i have eaten it takes me much longer to get to the level of drunk I enjoy, without feeling sick.
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Tequila only kills those who can't handle it.
That jerks my chain though. People who claim a specific type of alcohol makes them act a certain way.... It's all in your head, man. Get it right. You act that way because you believe in your head that what you're drinking is gonna have an effect on you.
Tequila is a killer for those who don't know how to drink it.
There is an art to tequila for sure imo
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Changed my wording up abit there.^^^^
No, I meant it in a good way. Tequila is killer, like the killer of the competition. I love tequila, even more than vodka, without any art of mixing, preparation or anything.
Last edited by Odin1199; 08-01-2013 at 09:10 AM.
I still stand by my statement though. Tequila kills those who can't handle it. And I fully believe it's a placebo effect.
Tequila gives me a stomach ache, other than that I haven't really noticed anything unusual from drinking it.
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"Normal" chicks will tell you that tequila makes them do crazy shit.
Can't say I've ever heard anyone make claims like that regarding Tequilla. But then I don't hang out with very many people, so I don't hear a lot of things that are apparently commonplace for stupid people.
For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting. Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge. Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm. Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear. Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs. Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque. Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm. Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real. Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul. Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming. Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies. Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be. Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger. Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us when we are unmindful, and loves us in our imperfection.
I happened to overhear someone one night at TGI Fridays. She was kickin' it with a Mexican dude and was all "I take my clothes off with tequila" and I was like "you're a stupid bitch and I hate you".
effing newbs.
Well, I feel noticeably warmer after drinking tequila than I am with other types of booze, but I don't know that's sufficient motivation for me to take clothes off.
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I bought tequila last week.
I drank the entire bottle by myself.
Was not drunk. omg.
Tomorrow night, we're playing Beeeeer Pooooonnnggg!
I sufficiently suck at the Beer Pong. And I think it's hilarious that I do. In fact, I'm all "Wanna get drunk!? Be on my team!!!!"
The bf & his soldiers have a 4 day weekend, so one of the guys is coming over with another guy and he lives in our complex, so he's lugging his beer pong table over to our place to play.
Ask a mother****er who dranka quart of dat shine in 1 minute anything broman.
I remember being 16.
Like seriously? What's the point of being good at Beer Pong? You play for hours and then you're still sober unless you drink on the side.
I'm quite proud of the fact that I'm no good at this game.
I've only also just played it for the first time back in like January.
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