A little off the beggining topic but
When Maxim magazine first came out they had an article on different "hard core drinks" and the one that we tried that sticks out is called a
"Chilly willy" flip a shot glass over and fill bottom portion with Vodka and snort it..... Now that didn't taste so bad but the effin burnnnnn....
When Maxim magazine first came out they had an article on different "hard core drinks" and the one that we tried that sticks out is called a
"Chilly willy" flip a shot glass over and fill bottom portion with Vodka and snort it..... Now that didn't taste so bad but the effin burnnnnn....
man, this is a funny thread!
Reminds me of some crazy college shit for sure, those were the days!!! Best days of my life for sure.
I did kamakazee's once and to this day its the only time i have ever passed out cold. Fortunatly woke up without shit written all over me, i've seen that before, not pretty LOL
Reminds me of some crazy college shit for sure, those were the days!!! Best days of my life for sure.
I did kamakazee's once and to this day its the only time i have ever passed out cold. Fortunatly woke up without shit written all over me, i've seen that before, not pretty LOL
21st bday, was a blurr...
Shots of 3 wisemen, followed by something called a cement mixer (they told me to swoosh it around in my mouth before swallowing, no sick jokes allowed), then i ended up doing back to back shots of straight tobasco sauce, i shoulda relized something was up when they wouldnt even pour the shots infront of me, they had to take them outback to get it, but i was so drunk at that point, i didnt put 2 and 2 together..I slept out in the yard that night
uke1:
Shots of 3 wisemen, followed by something called a cement mixer (they told me to swoosh it around in my mouth before swallowing, no sick jokes allowed), then i ended up doing back to back shots of straight tobasco sauce, i shoulda relized something was up when they wouldnt even pour the shots infront of me, they had to take them outback to get it, but i was so drunk at that point, i didnt put 2 and 2 together..I slept out in the yard that night
uke1:
Don't get a hardcore liquor drinking story, but this last year on my first weekend at College we thought it would be cool to chug beer drops of Jack Daniels into a fat mug of Natural Ice (I know really cheap, but it's 11.99 for a 30 bomb at the Pullman Safeway, so fuck it). Ended up doing 10 of those plus a few Busch Light tallboys and then go up to the Casino where my buddy passed out in the middle of a poker hand, while I started talking shit to the pit boss about how much of a 'cocksucking faget' he was. Were INCREDIBLY lucky they didn't call the cops on us, especially since we were underaged and they could have possibly lost their liquor license if we would have been seen by the authorities, but since they like us all up there and are regulars they just had a guy drop us back off at our dorm.
<TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=700 align=center bgColor=#ffffff border=0><TBODY><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=4 height=411>The Recipe For Prison Pruno*
* -- derived from the Jarvis Masters poem of the same name -- SEE SIDEBAR.
STEP ONE -- PEEL, SMASH AND HEAT.
In a San Francisco Chronicle article from 1990 called "The Games Guards Play," author Dannie Martin describes how prison guards -- or hacks -- would search prison cells for any sign of pruno. But instead of taking it away, the hacks who were really hell-bent on getting even would piss in it. As Martin quips, "Wine that has been urinated in several times is far too presumptuous, even for a convict's palate."
Several times? So, like, you could piss in it once and some people just wouldn't notice, or wouldn't care, and they'd drink it anyway? Pruno is vile. Perhaps it's the vilest beverage ever concocted. Time to see how the other half lives.
REMEMBER TO FEEL THE HATE.
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=25> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=127> </TD><TD class=bodycopy width=100 height=127>1. Toss the oranges into the Ziploc bag. 2. Open the can of fruit cocktail and dump it into the bag, along with your own emotional cocktail of nihilism, depression and crippling boredom. 3. Mash them furiously, feeling the anger of being unjustly sentenced to hellish bourgeois existence of cable television and suburban shopping malls.4. Squeeze in
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</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=127> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=338> </TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=4 height=338>a state of frenzied self-involvement.
You now have a big bag of gushy fruit. In order to take that fruit to the next level, you're going to need to heat it up to get the process going. But prison cells aren't outfitted like the local Crate and Barrel, so you're going to use hot water to warm the bag enough to get it up. to snuff.
DROWNING YOUR SORROWS.
1. Go run the hot water in your bathtub. 2. Now that the fruit has been beaten to a pulp, throw in sixteen ounces of water and mingle together. Double check that Ziploc seal to ensure you don't spill orange goo all over the place. As the water begins to steam, allow the sneaking feeling that you'll never amount to anything run down your spine. 3. Place the bag under the tap for 15 minutes to heat it up.
BE PATIENT AND SLIGHTLY PARANOID.
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</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=100 height=121>1. You will now have a large, ominious Ziploc bag of warm crap. 2. Take the pruno, tenderly, like a proud parent of a newborn and wrap it in a towel, so it can stay warm and speed along the fermentation process. 3. Stash "Baby Pruno" extremely well, so none of the authority figures in your life will start asking questions and have to be shanked later on. Once your bag of festering fruit is hidden, wait 48 hours while constantly paranoid someone will find your pruno and steal it. Accuse everyone. Refuse to sleep.
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STEP TWO: A SPOONFUL OF SUGAR.
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=2> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=373> </TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=2 height=373>After 48 hours of sitting in a warm place, that bag of mashed fruit will attempt to become a crud-filled beach ball, as the gases released from the start of the fermentation process swell the plastic bag. Once the bag is opened, you'll immediately smell something yeasty and foul, like bread dough that's been raised on the mean streets of South Central. This smell is a good thing. It means you're ready to feed your pruno.
To speed along the fermentation and also to impart a better taste, you're going to have to add something sweet to the mix.
1. This means it's ketchup and sugar time! After you've befreinded that old person and raided the local Burger King, 2. add two big old squirts of ketchup 3. and 50 sugar cubes. Swish around the ketchup and sugar a bit, which will give the pruno a reddish tint, then go run that hot water. Stinky Baby Pruno needs a bath. Real bad. 4. Instead of 15, run the pulp under the faucet for a full 30 minutes to ensure the sugar is fully absorbed into the fermenting fruit juice. 5. After heating the bag, wrap it up again -- we used a bigger towel for our
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Baby Pruno is smelly-welly.
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=373> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=99> </TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=4 height=99>growing Baby. 6. Remember this image, for it is the last time you'll see Baby for three days.
STEP THREE: RINSE, LATHER, HEAT, REPEAT.
With the sugar feeding the fermentation process, Baby Pruno will continue to give off gas as alcohol is produced. Make sure to keep a close eye on Baby Pruno, because if you're not careful, the bag holding Baby Pruno will pop, letting nasty orange pulp and mushy fruit cocktail seep all over the place. This happened when we were making pruno and the apartment smelled like Newark for three days.
Now that everything's together, all you have to do is wait, heating the bag up under hot water for 15 minutes once a day for the next three days. Once you're done with this last push, the pruno is "ready" to drink.
THE HOME STRETCH
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</TD><TD class=byline width=100 height=2>The last three days of pruno making are not very strenuous, but in the spirit of providing complete, easy-to-follow </TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=2> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150> </TD><TD class=byline colSpan=4>directions, we present the final steps. 1. Heat the bag. 2. Wait a day. 3. Heat the bag. 4. Wait a day. 5. Heat the bag. 6. Wait a day. 7. Prepare to die.</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150> </TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=4>
Since it's a reflective moment, what with you preparing to die and saying your prayers and all, lets take a look back on the pruno making process and celebrate your considerable achievements. Below you can find, the Prunar Calendar, which outlines the entire process you've gone through. Look at all that waiting you did between steps! Well, the wait is almost over.
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STEP FOUR: CUT THE CRAP, LEAVE THE JUICE.
All of the hard work is just about finished now and rivers of illicit -- and possibly toxic -- prison hooch await you. The final step merely involves separating the rotting fruit from the quasi-alcoholic juice, and it smells. Oh lord, does it smell.
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=138> </TD><TD class=byline width=100 height=138>1. After a week's worth of being heated up and wrapped in a towel, your pruno will be a mushy bag of fruit glop. 2. As this picture shows, pruno looks almost exactly like vomit. Oddly it smells like vomit, too. 3. Spoon out the fruit mash, leaving behind only the liquid. 4. You middle-class wannabe felons can use a strainer to ensure none of the fruit remains slip into the beverage. 5. Of course, this strainer does little to stop the mold, which you can see in that white splotch right there. 6. Without the fruit you will have</TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=3 height=138>
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=138> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150> </TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=4>enough pruno left over to fill about two pint glasses.
STEP FIVE: TIME FOR A LITTLE ROMANCE, NO?
There's nothing quite like a hand-crafted vintage of pruno to get those embers of lust burning bright. Ask that little prison bitch you've had your eye on to split one of these with you and he'll be tossing
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</TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=2 height=79>salads like the caterer at a weight-loss convention.
Pruno does, in fact, seem to have some kind of alcoholic content. An odd burning sensation accompanies the first sip and the liquid gives off the tell-tale stink of booze goodness. In a place were violence is common and household cleaners double as anti-depressants, you can see why pruno is so very popular.
The only drawback pruno has, aside from its unappealing tannish-orange color, the white flecks of mold floating on the top and the smell you can't wash off, is its taste. For lack of a better
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=79> </TD></TR><TR><TD width=150 height=126> </TD><TD class=bodycopy vAlign=top colSpan=4 height=126>metaphor, pruno tastes like a bile flavored wine cooler. It tastes so bad, in fact, that it could very well be poisonous or psychedelic, which might explain the violence it induces in prisoners.
In the end, pruno stands as testament to the lengths man will go to in order to suckle on freedom's teat, even if it means getting food poisoning in the process.
Click here to see more lunacy from the lab.
*BT*
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* -- derived from the Jarvis Masters poem of the same name -- SEE SIDEBAR.
The Ingredients.
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- <LI class=byline>Ten oranges. In our prison commissary, Valencia oranges were on sale, ten for $2. Your prison commissary may differ.
- An eight ounce can of fruit cocktail. In this case, an 8.5 ounce can of Del Monte's "fruit cocktail in heavy syrup," for 90 cents.
<LI class=byline>Forty to sixty sugarcubes. Either hang out with old people who still use sugarcubes or steal a ton of sugar packets from the local deli.
<LI class=byline>Sixteen ounces of water. Tap is fine, since like, you *are* in prison.
<LI class=byline>A big plastic bag that can be sealed. Trashbags and rubber bands are totally cool. We used Ziploc bags.
<LI class=byline>Some ketchup. Six packets of ketchup from the local deli should cover things nicely. Please use Heinz, because anything else is kinda nasty and will ruin your Pruno.
- A towel.
STEP ONE -- PEEL, SMASH AND HEAT.
In a San Francisco Chronicle article from 1990 called "The Games Guards Play," author Dannie Martin describes how prison guards -- or hacks -- would search prison cells for any sign of pruno. But instead of taking it away, the hacks who were really hell-bent on getting even would piss in it. As Martin quips, "Wine that has been urinated in several times is far too presumptuous, even for a convict's palate."
Several times? So, like, you could piss in it once and some people just wouldn't notice, or wouldn't care, and they'd drink it anyway? Pruno is vile. Perhaps it's the vilest beverage ever concocted. Time to see how the other half lives.
REMEMBER TO FEEL THE HATE.
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=25> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=127> </TD><TD class=bodycopy width=100 height=127>1. Toss the oranges into the Ziploc bag. 2. Open the can of fruit cocktail and dump it into the bag, along with your own emotional cocktail of nihilism, depression and crippling boredom. 3. Mash them furiously, feeling the anger of being unjustly sentenced to hellish bourgeois existence of cable television and suburban shopping malls.4. Squeeze in
</TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=3 height=127>
You now have a big bag of gushy fruit. In order to take that fruit to the next level, you're going to need to heat it up to get the process going. But prison cells aren't outfitted like the local Crate and Barrel, so you're going to use hot water to warm the bag enough to get it up. to snuff.
DROWNING YOUR SORROWS.
1. Go run the hot water in your bathtub. 2. Now that the fruit has been beaten to a pulp, throw in sixteen ounces of water and mingle together. Double check that Ziploc seal to ensure you don't spill orange goo all over the place. As the water begins to steam, allow the sneaking feeling that you'll never amount to anything run down your spine. 3. Place the bag under the tap for 15 minutes to heat it up.
BE PATIENT AND SLIGHTLY PARANOID.
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STEP TWO: A SPOONFUL OF SUGAR.
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=2> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=373> </TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=2 height=373>After 48 hours of sitting in a warm place, that bag of mashed fruit will attempt to become a crud-filled beach ball, as the gases released from the start of the fermentation process swell the plastic bag. Once the bag is opened, you'll immediately smell something yeasty and foul, like bread dough that's been raised on the mean streets of South Central. This smell is a good thing. It means you're ready to feed your pruno.
To speed along the fermentation and also to impart a better taste, you're going to have to add something sweet to the mix.
1. This means it's ketchup and sugar time! After you've befreinded that old person and raided the local Burger King, 2. add two big old squirts of ketchup 3. and 50 sugar cubes. Swish around the ketchup and sugar a bit, which will give the pruno a reddish tint, then go run that hot water. Stinky Baby Pruno needs a bath. Real bad. 4. Instead of 15, run the pulp under the faucet for a full 30 minutes to ensure the sugar is fully absorbed into the fermenting fruit juice. 5. After heating the bag, wrap it up again -- we used a bigger towel for our
</TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=2 height=373>
Baby Pruno is smelly-welly.
STEP THREE: RINSE, LATHER, HEAT, REPEAT.
With the sugar feeding the fermentation process, Baby Pruno will continue to give off gas as alcohol is produced. Make sure to keep a close eye on Baby Pruno, because if you're not careful, the bag holding Baby Pruno will pop, letting nasty orange pulp and mushy fruit cocktail seep all over the place. This happened when we were making pruno and the apartment smelled like Newark for three days.
Now that everything's together, all you have to do is wait, heating the bag up under hot water for 15 minutes once a day for the next three days. Once you're done with this last push, the pruno is "ready" to drink.
THE HOME STRETCH
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=99> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=2> </TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=3 height=2>
Since it's a reflective moment, what with you preparing to die and saying your prayers and all, lets take a look back on the pruno making process and celebrate your considerable achievements. Below you can find, the Prunar Calendar, which outlines the entire process you've gone through. Look at all that waiting you did between steps! Well, the wait is almost over.
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150> </TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=4>
STEP FOUR: CUT THE CRAP, LEAVE THE JUICE.
All of the hard work is just about finished now and rivers of illicit -- and possibly toxic -- prison hooch await you. The final step merely involves separating the rotting fruit from the quasi-alcoholic juice, and it smells. Oh lord, does it smell.
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=138> </TD><TD class=byline width=100 height=138>1. After a week's worth of being heated up and wrapped in a towel, your pruno will be a mushy bag of fruit glop. 2. As this picture shows, pruno looks almost exactly like vomit. Oddly it smells like vomit, too. 3. Spoon out the fruit mash, leaving behind only the liquid. 4. You middle-class wannabe felons can use a strainer to ensure none of the fruit remains slip into the beverage. 5. Of course, this strainer does little to stop the mold, which you can see in that white splotch right there. 6. Without the fruit you will have</TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=3 height=138>
STEP FIVE: TIME FOR A LITTLE ROMANCE, NO?
There's nothing quite like a hand-crafted vintage of pruno to get those embers of lust burning bright. Ask that little prison bitch you've had your eye on to split one of these with you and he'll be tossing
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150> </TD></TR><TR vAlign=top><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=79> </TD><TD class=bodycopy colSpan=2 height=79>
Pruno does, in fact, seem to have some kind of alcoholic content. An odd burning sensation accompanies the first sip and the liquid gives off the tell-tale stink of booze goodness. In a place were violence is common and household cleaners double as anti-depressants, you can see why pruno is so very popular.
The only drawback pruno has, aside from its unappealing tannish-orange color, the white flecks of mold floating on the top and the smell you can't wash off, is its taste. For lack of a better
</TD><TD class=bodycopy width=150 height=79> </TD></TR><TR><TD width=150 height=126> </TD><TD class=bodycopy vAlign=top colSpan=4 height=126>metaphor, pruno tastes like a bile flavored wine cooler. It tastes so bad, in fact, that it could very well be poisonous or psychedelic, which might explain the violence it induces in prisoners.
In the end, pruno stands as testament to the lengths man will go to in order to suckle on freedom's teat, even if it means getting food poisoning in the process.
Click here to see more lunacy from the lab.
*BT*
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A Cement Mixer is Rose's Lime Juice and Bailey's.
A Prairie Fire up here in CT is just tequila and tabasco, I don't think it's all that gross.
Now a New Jersey Turnpike, well you might as well drink your own puke, and Billhill999 don't blame me I didn't name it.
(ask your local bartender for one at the end of the night and report back here) :thumbsup:
A Prairie Fire up here in CT is just tequila and tabasco, I don't think it's all that gross.
Now a New Jersey Turnpike, well you might as well drink your own puke, and Billhill999 don't blame me I didn't name it.
(ask your local bartender for one at the end of the night and report back here) :thumbsup:
