Cigalert
07-16-2007, 07:07 AM
A fews years back a friend who was a correctional officer said he wanted me to do a shot with him that his co-workers introduced him to as an initiation. I replied "bro, you know I can do ANY shot of ANYTHING".
So he repeated "I want you try do this shot with me...I'll do one with you but you might want to think about it before you say yes". I said "Not even a problem. Nothing scares me and you know this".
He went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Jack. I chuckled when I saw the bottle.
He grabbed 2 regular ol shot glasses. Once again I laughed in his face.
He place the shot glasses on the table and then asked one more time, for good measure and I let him know that all systems were a go.
He then turned the shot glasses upside down. Although confused I was still in it to win it.
In the concaved portion of the bottom of the shot glass he poured the Jack. I could not help laughing like Pee-Wee Herman at this point.
I started to grab the glass and he promptly stopped me. "No no, not with your hands or mouth" and pointed to his nose.
I've never snorted anything in my life. With the thought of snorting any liquid much less alcohol I was as nervous as someone asking if I would like to be kicked in the nuts or if I wanted to be hit in the face with a spiked bat.
After about 30 minutes of me saying "No f'n way I'm putting that up my nose" he reminded me about countless times I've forced him into late nights and early mornings of torture by alcohol.
I plugged my left nostril, closed my eyes. I started feeling like when my girlfriends in high school would say they were late and it was mine. I just wanted to vomit and I hadn't even introduced Mr. Daniels to Mr. Nose yet. Boom! Shot of jack up the right nostril. My eyes watered up and the slow drip of jack into the back of my throut was hotter than an habanero.
I couldn't breathe out of my right nostril for 2 weeks.
So he repeated "I want you try do this shot with me...I'll do one with you but you might want to think about it before you say yes". I said "Not even a problem. Nothing scares me and you know this".
He went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Jack. I chuckled when I saw the bottle.
He grabbed 2 regular ol shot glasses. Once again I laughed in his face.
He place the shot glasses on the table and then asked one more time, for good measure and I let him know that all systems were a go.
He then turned the shot glasses upside down. Although confused I was still in it to win it.
In the concaved portion of the bottom of the shot glass he poured the Jack. I could not help laughing like Pee-Wee Herman at this point.
I started to grab the glass and he promptly stopped me. "No no, not with your hands or mouth" and pointed to his nose.
I've never snorted anything in my life. With the thought of snorting any liquid much less alcohol I was as nervous as someone asking if I would like to be kicked in the nuts or if I wanted to be hit in the face with a spiked bat.
After about 30 minutes of me saying "No f'n way I'm putting that up my nose" he reminded me about countless times I've forced him into late nights and early mornings of torture by alcohol.
I plugged my left nostril, closed my eyes. I started feeling like when my girlfriends in high school would say they were late and it was mine. I just wanted to vomit and I hadn't even introduced Mr. Daniels to Mr. Nose yet. Boom! Shot of jack up the right nostril. My eyes watered up and the slow drip of jack into the back of my throut was hotter than an habanero.
I couldn't breathe out of my right nostril for 2 weeks.