thoose things are strong, i think they are the only thing to ever come from that d**n island along wi amy fischers

What strong?

Sounds like someone had a few too many.  ;D

We drink those for breakfast in Wisco...seriously though, went made correctly they will sneak-up on you lightening quick. 

Like drinking a Hurricane from Pat O'Brien's in the French Quarter.

Enjoy one or two and then, while walking on Bourbon Street....BANG!!!...it hits you like a ton of bricks.

But good while they last!!!!  ;D   ;D   ;D

Now....tell us how you're feeling this morning ;D

Like drinking a Hurricane from Pat O'Brien's in the French Quarter.

Enjoy one or two and then, while walking on Bourbon Street....BANG!!!...it hits you like a ton of bricks.

But good while they last!!!! ;D ;D ;D

I still have a package of the mix I bought at Patty's years ago sitting behind our bar. I think I'm going to have to make a batch for the holidays.

Thanks for the reminder.

Not too bad this morning. Had some good food at the Cheesecake Factory before hand (fried mac and cheese and chicken cabonara). Then the girl and I hit up Dave and Busters until they closed. Good time, just sat infront of the trivia game and Deal or No Deal most of the night.

yeah its cause people drink it like its a real glass o tea, trying to quench thirst cause its sooooo good! but i learned my lesson in college with whoop juice. ever had whoop juice? you just basically dump every type of alcohol known to man into a huge cooler and add a bunch of different juices and ice till you cant even taste alcohol, then WHOOP! the floor comes out from under you and the bricks come flyin and all that

yeah its cause people drink it like its a real glass o tea, trying to quench thirst cause its sooooo good! but i learned my lesson in college with whoop juice. ever had whoop juice? you just basically dump every type of alcohol known to man into a huge cooler and add a bunch of different juices and ice till you cant even taste alcohol, then WHOOP! the floor comes out from under you and the bricks come flyin and all that

I have no memory of all of those parties I've attended.

On a side note, my old man told me about his times in college making batches of riot juice. They'd get a new garbage can, wash it out, and pour in everything they could find. By the time they'd get to the bottom, he said they'd find a jock strap, or a bra, or a shoe...everyone was so hammered, no one gave a crap.

Like drinking a Hurricane from Pat O'Brien's in the French Quarter.

Enjoy one or two and then, while walking on Bourbon Street....BANG!!!...it hits you like a ton of bricks.

But good while they last!!!! ;D ;D ;D

i remember every thing about my last trip there.

what happened after i walked out the door is what i'm missing.