Craziest liquer you have drank
May 9, 2014 at 12:47 pm
(This post was last modified: May 9, 2014 at 2:26 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
Here is my tale. My father and I both make liquer as a hobby
So one year my father met this fellow from Romania through work, and my father got him to try some moonshine that we had in the basement. Now bear in.mind neither of us are alcoholics. It is just that here the government charges a outrageous sin tax.
So we get this guy over for a few drinks and takes the shine like its nothing. He then says "you have to try the stuff from my country" so he went home shortly there after. He then returned several months later and gave my dad a bottle of Romanian moonshine. We had it for a while until one night when my parents were gone ( I was 17) and I had some friends over drinking. Now we got a little ways into our cups when a buddy of mine says "Hey let's have a shot of the shine your dad has" so we pulled the Romanian shone out of the freezer. Now it was viscous and dark colored, and the smell would burn your eyes, like rubbing alcohol. All I will say is that I took a shot of it, and it was the most potent thing ever. Like fire going down and then burning your gut.
So one year my father met this fellow from Romania through work, and my father got him to try some moonshine that we had in the basement. Now bear in.mind neither of us are alcoholics. It is just that here the government charges a outrageous sin tax.
So we get this guy over for a few drinks and takes the shine like its nothing. He then says "you have to try the stuff from my country" so he went home shortly there after. He then returned several months later and gave my dad a bottle of Romanian moonshine. We had it for a while until one night when my parents were gone ( I was 17) and I had some friends over drinking. Now we got a little ways into our cups when a buddy of mine says "Hey let's have a shot of the shine your dad has" so we pulled the Romanian shone out of the freezer. Now it was viscous and dark colored, and the smell would burn your eyes, like rubbing alcohol. All I will say is that I took a shot of it, and it was the most potent thing ever. Like fire going down and then burning your gut.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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