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Nah Jules, you can pass on that one =P
Jagermeister eh? Let's see. On the Copeland night a couple of years back, after my habitual 12 beers and 3-4 triple highballs, I thought it would be a great idea to start hitting the jager. In the span of 30 minutes we each did 16 shots of the stuff. The rest of the night was rather hazy, and I was hungover for 2 days, but the best part is that the following wednesday I woke up with the inability to move my right arm. Why? Because after getting a ride home after that epic night I managed to simply fall onto the pavement, elbow first. I noticed the gaping wound on my arm the next day but was too fucked up to properly deal with it, so I figured just taking a shower would be fine for it; I was wrong =P The good news is, the hospital staff had a nice laugh (along with everyone else I knew) at my expense!
I think that was the last of my truly epic Jagermeister stories, as ever since then it's been really hard for me to stomach more than 4-5 shot without re-kindling memories that my stomach doesn't want re-kindled.
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"When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading."
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i mean ayee
