ow
recipe.
2 bowls of chron
2 24 oz keystone light cans (for classiness)
1 blue moon (borrowed)
1 gigantic thing (technically a "thang") of fried cream corn from golden chick
consume all along with cayenne pepper infused ranch dressing (a home-made godly concoction)
go to bar
run into hippies so fried they remember your hair but not your name
add-
1 franziskaner hefeweizen
1 dogfishhead aprihop
(both have about twice the normal alcohol content for beer)
take drunk ass to random huge party
proceed to kitchen, have many encounters with pseudo acquaintances that youd rather forget you knew.
find their booze.
add-
2 cups keg beer. forget caring what kind it is, you are wasted and thus your tastebuds are of no consequence.
4 jello shots that you actually can still taste, that's how much fucking everclear they have in them
sell two of another pseudo friend's beers for 8 bucks, keep one buck.
add-
one busch light stolen from pseudo friend
one busch light given from pseudo friend
go home...somehow?
smoke two bowls of chron.
prepare for future without liver and/or memories.
2 bowls of chron
2 24 oz keystone light cans (for classiness)
1 blue moon (borrowed)
1 gigantic thing (technically a "thang") of fried cream corn from golden chick
consume all along with cayenne pepper infused ranch dressing (a home-made godly concoction)
go to bar
run into hippies so fried they remember your hair but not your name
add-
1 franziskaner hefeweizen
1 dogfishhead aprihop
(both have about twice the normal alcohol content for beer)
take drunk ass to random huge party
proceed to kitchen, have many encounters with pseudo acquaintances that youd rather forget you knew.
find their booze.
add-
2 cups keg beer. forget caring what kind it is, you are wasted and thus your tastebuds are of no consequence.
4 jello shots that you actually can still taste, that's how much fucking everclear they have in them
sell two of another pseudo friend's beers for 8 bucks, keep one buck.
add-
one busch light stolen from pseudo friend
one busch light given from pseudo friend
go home...somehow?
smoke two bowls of chron.
prepare for future without liver and/or memories.