This is the answer you seek.

I have a CSB to support my claim. Back in my teenaged days me and a buddy paid his brother to get us some booze. He shortchanged us and got the cheapest shite they had and pocketed the rest. He got a fifth of this JTS Brown bullshite. We gave him a bit of a hard time but we started drinking it anyways. So we wind up at this whore's house that lived down the road a few miles. I grew up out in the country about 20 miles from any decent sized town, so getting hammered and hitting the backroads is pretty common entertainment.

We pick up this whore and her whore friend. Her friend passes out (she was a tiny girl didn't have much tolerance) leaving me out in the cold empty dicked, so I thought. The bigger whore wants a devil's 3-way. I'm driving my old Ford pickup, got a passed out girl slobbering on my shoulder, the whore's reaching across her trying to get into my pants and somehow my buddy has contorted himself into entering one of her holes. I'm not sure which.

All of a sudden I have to pull over and puke. The whiskey has done maximum damage. I get out and start heaving hard. The kind of puking that strains your stomach muscles and pulls your diaphram and feels like your tonsils may come out through your eyes. It felt like my face was peeling off and I had black eyes and broken blood vessels in my eyes.

That happened at least 18 years ago. This summer while cleaning out the well house looking for camping supplies that had been packed away I found that damn bottle of JTS Brown with about 1/4 of it left stashed on a shelf. I've considered calling my friends that drank it with me that night to finish the job, but I'm not sure either of us are man enough to do it.