So, you’re saying they only did it out of Sprite?
What?
I am confused as well. Is it even possible to have never seen someone shoot whiskey?
I have to agree with this- how do you see people drink a shot? If it is harsh and cheap, I suppose you might take half and chase, half and chase, but the point of the shot is to get it in as fast as possible…
Holy shit that was funny! Don’t tell me the bold(ing mine) part is a normal saying somewhere? One of those laugh out loud at work thing.
I second this!
Please fight my ignorance
No, but I’ve thrown one.
I was maybe fourteen or fifteen, my sister was maybe twelve or thirteen. We were out to eat with my parents, and I started choking on a piece of gristle in the burger. Sometime between me starting to cough and me starting to turn purple, my sister decided this was terribly embarrassing and demanded that my parents punish me. So I tossed my ice water in her face, which actually drew more attention to her (and her screaming) than my whole choking thing. Whoops.
It was probably an overreaction, but I can’t say I regret it. I do think she deserved it, but I probably should have been the more mature one and done nothing.
I saw it happen once. My boyfriend at the time dragged me off to a bar for his friend’s birthday celebration. Said friend was, apparently, a huge lush. At least, every time I ever met her, she was way drunker than everyone else at the party. This time was no exception. At one point, for some reason, she fishes an ice cube out of her glass and squeezes it, causing it to go flying across the bar. It hits this really femmey gay guy standing next to us, and the guy just flipped his lid. Started screaming at her, threw his drink in her face, threw the glass at her, then started hitting her, at which point someone else jumped on him and started punching him.
That guy gets thrown out, but not the violent gay dude, who keeps screaming at us to get out of “his” bar. Which, apparently, was a fairly literal description - he was the manager. At one point, my boyfriend gets in between him and his friend to calm him down, and the guy knocks my boyfriend’s glasses off, which vanish completely. Never seen again. The guy finally storms off to the back room and we leave, but my boyfriend goes back inside to give his number to the non-crazy bartender chick there, in case someone finds his glasses. Crazy gay guy, unfortunetly, had come back out, and started screaming at him. I go in to see if he needs help, just in time to see crazy guy throw a pint glass at him. He misses and hits me square in the chest, but he’s got such a limp-wristed throw that it barely registers. I spend about .05 seconds thinking I’m going to kick his ass, but I realize that it’s not worth it and leave.
And that’s the story of the only time I’ve seen someone get a drink thrown in their face, and the only bar fight I’ve ever been involved with.
One time, a woman playfully slapped my arm, and I ended up with my own drink in my face.
It’s a drink you order for a friend, usually when they’re already trashed. It’s two lowballs one with blue pucker and one with water. The patron is told to keep one hand on the bar and do the first shot then the second. Before he can get to the water, the bartender throws it in his face.
College bars, good times.
I was nineteen and pretty. The place was a crowded place with seats outside from bars, people and waiters passing through the chairs and walkways…it was about 10 p.m.
A passing dude, about my age, slapped/pinched my butt. I turned around and he and his friends were laughing, slinking away. I did my Feminist Duty (as I saw it) and threw my drink (mineral water, as I recall) at him. I held on to the glass. The water hit him square on his shirt and trousers. Then his friends laughed at him, but I didn’t stay to see what happened, and made a quick exit, coward that I am. I must admit I took much of my cues from movies at the time.
I worked as Security in some fairly tough bars to work my way through college, and I only saw it once. Hitting someone on the head with beer bottle was more common.
No, I can’t think of a single time. But I am pretty much a gentleman even when drunk.
OK, this doesn’t count, but it’s similar.
The scene: my young girlfriend (I was young back then too - both of us 20) stops at a gas station (she was driving) and goes to pay for gas. She comes back to the car and sees me still sitting in the passenger seat. “Why didn’t you start pumping gas?” she asks. I make some smart-aleck comment (I forget what) through the open passenger window and she points the gas pump at me. “Don’t make me do this!” I dare her, double-dog dare her, triple-dog dare her, and she pours a small amount of gasoline on my clothes. We had to go back so that I could change before she would allow me to treat her to dinner.
Knocked my cock in my watchpocket.
Yeah, although it’s not in wide usage anymore. I picked it up from this old cat I used to work with ages ago. He was a big boxing fan and would use it to describe knockouts in the ring, much like “…got his bell rang”, “…cleaned his clock”, “kissed the floor”, etc.
I’ve seen it happen quite a few times. Almost always it’s a girl doing the drink throwing into a guys face. Sometimes they hang on to the glass, sometimes not. Usually, that’s about the time I have to get involved, and toss everyone out.
I’ve also seen people get hit with beer bottles, mugs and the occasional pool cue.
I have had drinks thrown in my face, sometimes including the glass, sometimes not. I’ve also been hit with the aforementioned beer bottles, mugs and pool cues.
Once I was on a reality show and when some of the contestants and I were getting our drink on in a dive bar, some bitch poured beer on my weave.
Oh, wait a minute – that was an episode of “America’s Next Top Model”. My mistake.
When my brother and I were kids, we were rummaging through the kitchen one day. I had poured myself a tall cold glass of orange juice, and he was chomping on a mouthful of olives. I thought it would be funny to gesture towards him with my glass as if I were going to throw it on him; his reflexive response was to p-b-b-th spit chewed-up bits of olive all over me. We stared at each other in amazement for a moment…then I doused him with the orange juice for real. Good times. 
Once.
I was leaving teaching high school and a student came up to me and asked me if I was really not coming back next year. When I said yes she flung a glass of water (just the water) into my face.
I was surprised to say the least.
Turned out, she was upset I was leaving and not hatred of me.
I’ve done it a quite a few times, once you do it once it’s kind of exhilarating, and most of the guys just laugh it off. It’s usually because someone has grabbed my ass, and I always hold onto the glass, try to hit him in the chest and face so that it’s harder to clean up. Once I was mad at my boyfriend and decided to sleep on the couch, then got mad that I was sleeping on the couch so i dumped a pitcher of water on him sleeping in the bed so he wouldn’t have a good sleep either. We ended up laughing and sleeping on towels. Then there is the time I threw a glass of milk in a mean old lady’s face and ran out crying from the restaurant, thus ending my waitressing career at Marie Callendar’s.