Inspired by Falcon’s story of a friend who had to finish a bottle of Tequila (in shot form) with no lemons, limes or salt.
The idea: you’re out of mixers but not alcohol, but not desperate enough (okay, you’re a big wuss like me) to just “do shots.” Pick your favorite liquor, then invent and contribute your evil concoction? [NOTE: Not recommended for actual consumption–unless you have a death wish!]
Astronaut’s Tequila Sunrise
8 oz Tang
1 oz tequila
several drops of red food coloring
Anyone else in or is this a thread for that will sink hopelessly to the bottom…?
Oh man…the sickest I’ve ever been was when I lived with a roommate who insisted on mixing the cheapest vodka ever (the sort that comes in a plastic gallon jug, so that it doesn’t shatter when you blackout) with MinuteMaid fruit punch. ::SHUDDER:: It was so nasty, and I got so messed up, I puked 4 times that night and 3 times the next day! UGH!
I think the strangest mixer I’ve ever used was when I ran out of sweet and sour I substituted Gatorade, thinking I’d head the dehydration off at the pass, lol. Tasted all right, actually!
Well, this doesn’t really go along with the OP, but I have to share it…one time a friend brought over some whiskey and all I had to mix it with was root beer. I do not recommend this mixture. It tastes like Formula 44 (but of course I drank it anyway).
I have actually had tequila and Tang, and it was surprisingly good.
Well, I guess your vomit would be minty fresh? BTW, I am a total light weight–you can ask PLD or Falcon…but, rootbeer goes well with the fruit-flavored liquors like Creme de Banana (we got curious about it and had to try). Personally, I liked the RB with Jack Daniels…kind of a sweet Jack & coke combination.
Here’s a game in a similar vein that Brat and Jim - Brat’s bro-in-law - introduced to me and Jim’s brother Dave during Jim’s bachelor party last year. It’s called bar roulette. Go to the bar and ask the bartender how many bottles of liquor he has under the bar. Pick to random numbers in that number range. The bartender mixes the two alcohols into a shot and you have to drink it. You are only told what you just drank after you down the shot. A sure fire way to get truly fershnookered (shit-faced) and ingest some of the nastiest drinks ever known to mankind. How BratMan and Jim were able to sit there and do that for almost a full hour still amazes me.
Back in my bartending days we had a drink known as a ‘Mudflap’.It went like this:[ul]
[li]Give the bartender a dollar.[]The bartender takes the first 3 numbers of the serial # of your dollar bill.[]He then counts down the rail for the three bottles representing those three numbers.[]Pour one shot of each into a tub.[]Add equal amounts of Orange Juice and Coke to fill glass(and achieve beautiful muddy brown color)[/ul][/li]Occasionally it wasn’t awful, but usually was.
Once upon a time, I drank 40 oz of vodka over an hour, mixed with lime Minute Maid frozen concentrate. To this day, I can’t even look at lime MM without feeling a little queasy.
my SO is in a frat at UCF, Wheever they hosted a geeky band party, so many peeps would show up that they needed to economize the liquor in a fashionable manner:
the worst:
Holloween Mix
5 gallons of EctoCooler (from Ghostbusters)
and enough vodka to made you dizzy
THe “lets get the girl tubaplayer drunk when we are out of mixers” mix:
1 Large plastic cup of Rootbeer
2 inches of rum
(disgusting)
After the game refresher:
5 gallons of ‘red’ gatorade
and enough vodka to get you arrested…
there weren’t many good tasting parties to go to:(
I think the reason for that is that you actually drink the good stuff (and thus forget how you did it).
One time we were going to make Bloody Marys, but the guy who was s’pozed to get the Vodka didn’t show. We didn’t have any other liquor except some Maker’s Mark bourbon. We decided to go ahead and mix a few anyway, and discovered a new taste sensation. We called it the Bloody Awful!
After we rinsed our mouths out, we went and got some coke. Bourbon and tomato juice do not go together at all, no matter what spices you pour into the brew.
Yeccch!
One success story was the Smoking Crater. You mix 1 shot each of vodka, Irish Cream, and Kahluah (the ingredients for a B-52) and add just one more ingredient. The special ingredient is a sliver of dry ice. It bubbles up nicely, but it should never be consumed while already plastered, since you don’t want the dry ice to contact your lips, mouth, tongue, and heaven forbid you might swallow it!
That has got to be the most disgusting sounding drink I have ever heard of. I am off to the local dive to give it a try.
If you would like a drink to cause your drunk friends to make offerings at the sacred bowl…
The Brain Tumor: (in a double shot glass)
One shot cheap vodka
1/2 shot Irish cream
1/2 shot grenadine
Cover, shake, & serve.
It looks like a brain floating in blood.
Lol, reminds me of a story a co-worker told me. He went to college in AZ and said there was a bar near campus that had a drink that was (I think) a jigger of every clear liquor, plus a tablespoon of the oily water the hotdogs had been steaming in all week. ROFL!!!
BTW, did anyone else think the Vodka/Ecto-Cooler mix sounded REALLY GOOD?!?! (VV loves her some Ecto-cooler! They call it something different now, I forget what.)
Well, I take my tequila straight when I’m out of limes, but when I was making drinks for some friends in college (I was the only one who could still stand):
“C’mon man, no shots, mix us something. You’re good at that.”
“We’re out of mixers, you sot.”
“Maybe there’s something in the kitchen he can use.”
“Right! <urk!> C’mon man, just find something.”
<Balance, ransacking the kitchen, mixes pineapple juice, coconut milk, chernobyl fruit cocktail, tabasco sauce, and black pepper in blender. He then adds 2 shots of tequila for each of his apparently suicidal friends, looks at the obscene concoction and dubs it “The Blur” in honor of the speed with which he plans to leave the living room after delivery, and returns to his drunks–er, friends.>
“Here you are, guys, my new recipe: The Blur.” <vanishes>
“OOOOOOOOooooooooooooAARRrrrrgh!”
“Aieeeeeeeeeeeee!”
“Hey, not bad!”(This one was voted “Most Likely to End Up Dead in a Ditch” in high school.)
When I came back to hide the bodies, they made me write down the recipe instead, and requested it frequently afterwards. Nutcases.
The Ex, a certified, full-blown drunk, would resort to some of the most nauseating concotions. He was prone to dump rum into things, so I’m devotly grateful he’s gone and never read the Scope thing. Damned if he wouldn’t dump rum into that godawful cinnamom mouthwash he liked. He dumped rum into iced tea–and he HATED iced tea!
The most stomach-wrenching: Mountain Dew and banana liquer. I don’t much like sweet drinks anyway, and it pretty much destroyed my taste for Bananas Foster in the process.
From an ex-roomate: ouzo and Diet Pepsi. (And I adore ouzo!) It turns this totaly hateful, milky/dingy color. Let’s just not discuss the taste, m’kay?
Of course my ex-brother-in-law used to drink tomato juice in beer.
Y’know, this thread is a cogent arguement for sobriety.
You, too, didn’t seem TOO bad to me…and you didn’t puke on anything I own, so that’s always of the good.