| 13th February 2007 11:11 PM |
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| Sir Stonesalot |
>Dude. Who invented the Irish Car Bomb? That guy is better than Dean Martin.<
Normally, I would agree with you on this. But the drink in question was invented by some schmoe bartender at one of those fake irish pubs in NYC. I fuckin' hate those places. You know the ones. O'Hurleys or Branigans or Irish Mollys or some such nonsense like that.
Anyhow, that's where the thing came from. I wish like hell that it was sexier than that...but it is what it is.
Anti-climatic.
Oh, I am a fucker. And from you, I take that as a compliment.
C-10!
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| 13th February 2007 11:23 PM |
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| sirmoonie |
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Sir Stonesalot wrote:
>Dude. Who invented the Irish Car Bomb? That guy is better than Dean Martin.<
Normally, I would agree with you on this. But the drink in question was invented by some schmoe bartender at one of those fake irish pubs in NYC. I fuckin' hate those places. You know the ones. O'Hurleys or Branigans or Irish Mollys or some such nonsense like that.
Really? Fuck, I hate it when the corporate alcohol types pervert the purity of hard-core binge drinking.
Damn man, one of my best drinking stories involves Irish Car Bombs. The Cliff's version is my wife announced to a bar of strangers in Boonsmack, Minnesota: "Another round of Irish Car Bombs for the house.....except for those dykes over there." It was fucking hilarious. I was pounding the bar, I was laughing so damn hard my stomach hurt. |
| 13th February 2007 11:30 PM |
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| sirmoonie |
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mojoman wrote:
i prefer mojito bro. stream of consciousness feel ya. can't a-bomb my mind like that anymore. it takes a hell of a constitution that this don juan doesnt have anymore..rock on
[Edited by mojoman]
Acid? Its the acid, isn't it?
This other time Moejito, I was torqued on "sid" as we used to call it, fucking torqued - bended, man. Fucking bended. I even took the dose out of my mouth after I was done absorbing it, and pasted it to my nose, and was walking around with it on my nose. I called it "symbolic." I ended up talking to a cop at one of those goofy summer street carnivals with a spent hit of acid on my fucking nose, man. It was fucked up. |
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