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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2009 21:06:25 GMT -5
drinkin gin from a jam jar
that is an awesome story
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Post by Sunny D on Feb 4, 2009 21:19:28 GMT -5
Thank you!!! I don't drink. At All. Surprisingly, I still actually have a good time at their shows! Shocking, I know.... i'm really glad someone finally said this. thanks! i'm with you. Haha, I'm glad I didn't offend anyone! I know we all LOVE this band! |
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Post by Sunny D on Feb 4, 2009 21:20:41 GMT -5
Oh, and to be completely honest, if I was 21, I would definately by a single beer if they're selling, but I wouldn't mind if they weren't.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2009 22:17:47 GMT -5
i'm kinda annoyed that i drank so much after the gig yesterday... can't remember enough of it
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Post by Admin on Feb 5, 2009 0:23:53 GMT -5
like this (props to WD):  When Selby & Griggs and I started dating, I went to experience Thanksgiving with her family. Within about 15 minutes of meeting her grandpa Earl, the crazy bastard pulled me aside and said "hey Misterselby, check this out." Before I could fully process what was happening, he was pulling a huge leatherbound book out of his china hutch. Like magic, the book opened to reveal a small metallic flask. Earl poured a clear liquid into a tablespoon, got someone to hand him a lighter, and set the liquid on fire. It emitted a low, purple-blue flame. "It's pure, misterselby, it's so pure!" Grandpa Earl exclaimed, cackling with delight. A small jam jar containing a few fingers of the clear liquid was thrust into my hand. I downed it. It burned like napalm. I must have made a face. Much laughter and back-slapping ensued. Later I was told that Earl had worked some construction jobs with some guys from Tennessee. When the job ended, they left Earl with a mason jar worth of genuine TN white lightnin'. As Earl's third wife is none too approving of the demon rum, he was forced to keep his liquid treasure semi-concealed in the hollowed-out book and could only bring it out on special occasions - which apparently included hazing his granddaughter's 20-year-old boyfriend into the family by having him do shots of moonshine before the Thanksgiving dinner. The rest of that night is pretty hazy for me. All I can say is thank you, Grandpa Earl. I cannot stop laughing at this one. Fucking hilarious. |
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Post by selbyandgriggs on Feb 5, 2009 0:36:08 GMT -5
like this (props to WD): When Selby & Griggs and I started dating, I went to experience Thanksgiving with her family. Within about 15 minutes of meeting her grandpa Earl, the crazy bastard pulled me aside and said "hey Misterselby, check this out." Before I could fully process what was happening, he was pulling a huge leatherbound book out of his china hutch. Like magic, the book opened to reveal a small metallic flask. Earl poured a clear liquid into a tablespoon, got someone to hand him a lighter, and set the liquid on fire. It emitted a low, purple-blue flame. "It's pure, misterselby, it's so pure!" Grandpa Earl exclaimed, cackling with delight. A small jam jar containing a few fingers of the clear liquid was thrust into my hand. I downed it. It burned like napalm. I must have made a face. Much laughter and back-slapping ensued. Later I was told that Earl had worked some construction jobs with some guys from Tennessee. When the job ended, they left Earl with a mason jar worth of genuine TN white lightnin'. As Earl's third wife is none too approving of the demon rum, he was forced to keep his liquid treasure semi-concealed in the hollowed-out book and could only bring it out on special occasions - which apparently included hazing his granddaughter's 20-year-old boyfriend into the family by having him do shots of moonshine before the Thanksgiving dinner. The rest of that night is pretty hazy for me. All I can say is thank you, Grandpa Earl. This is all true with ONE exception: My grandpa made this moonshine with his NORMAL friends, and did not get it from out of town. He is a really old school German guy. Eats all the kinds of fish and animals. Southern Minnesota, for those that know. I think misterselby is confusing the Tennessee angle with the moonshine his boss keeps in the office, which I think is from Tennessee. Anyhow. Just for accuracy. And yes, this was the first time I was bringing Luke home to meet the extended family, for Thanksgiving. And yes, they got him drunk, and yes, it was quite a successful meeting for them, I was mortified. Now we will see if misterselby retells some of my dad's drinking stories.... |
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Post by meoskop on Feb 5, 2009 18:32:54 GMT -5
It's well known I don't booze. I think we should get a designation on our shirts, but then we'd have to drive everyone home. a little juicebox patch would be awesome. i mean, not for me. OMG, I am totally, so totally, putting my brother on design duty for that. "What would the Unified Scene juicebox look like?" Although, to be truthful, a coke can would be more appropriate for me, (and greenhat), and probably one or two others. I can discuss the cola served in many nations and the differences of - just as long winded and boringly as a wine enthusiast. I was on the phone with Spouse "Yea, I can't take the narcotics... have to watch the kids... maybe when you .. what? You're bringing me Mexican coke?? Is it the good stuff? Yea? Awesome - try and score more - I'll throw a party... yea..." Bro is all - dude, that does NOT sound right... |
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Post by misterselby on Feb 5, 2009 19:27:46 GMT -5
When Selby & Griggs and I started dating, I went to experience Thanksgiving with her family. Within about 15 minutes of meeting her grandpa Earl, the crazy bastard pulled me aside and said "hey Misterselby, check this out." Before I could fully process what was happening, he was pulling a huge leatherbound book out of his china hutch. Like magic, the book opened to reveal a small metallic flask. Earl poured a clear liquid into a tablespoon, got someone to hand him a lighter, and set the liquid on fire. It emitted a low, purple-blue flame. "It's pure, misterselby, it's so pure!" Grandpa Earl exclaimed, cackling with delight. A small jam jar containing a few fingers of the clear liquid was thrust into my hand. I downed it. It burned like napalm. I must have made a face. Much laughter and back-slapping ensued. Later I was told that Earl had worked some construction jobs with some guys from Tennessee. When the job ended, they left Earl with a mason jar worth of genuine TN white lightnin'. As Earl's third wife is none too approving of the demon rum, he was forced to keep his liquid treasure semi-concealed in the hollowed-out book and could only bring it out on special occasions - which apparently included hazing his granddaughter's 20-year-old boyfriend into the family by having him do shots of moonshine before the Thanksgiving dinner. The rest of that night is pretty hazy for me. All I can say is thank you, Grandpa Earl. This is all true with ONE exception: My grandpa made this moonshine with his NORMAL friends, and did not get it from out of town. He is a really old school German guy. Eats all the kinds of fish and animals. Southern Minnesota, for those that know. I think misterselby is confusing the Tennessee angle with the moonshine his boss keeps in the office, which I think is from Tennessee. Anyhow. Just for accuracy. And yes, this was the first time I was bringing Luke home to meet the extended family, for Thanksgiving. And yes, they got him drunk, and yes, it was quite a successful meeting for them, I was mortified. Now we will see if misterselby retells some of my dad's drinking stories.... That's right, we do have some authentic TN white lightnin' in the office from a grateful client. He told us he tried to hand the family moonshine recipe on, but all the younger generations were too busy cooking meth. The recipe will die with him. Once, S&G's dad told us that he drank 64 beers in 3 hours. We did the math: that's basically drinking one beer every 3 minutes without stopping to take a piss. |
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