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Note: While this story sounds really sick and perverted, it is nothing except the harmless story of a drink and its creation.
Drew
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In response to that, one of the members of the group, named AlanBama, suggested a concotion that he had been meaning to try. To which, he and Drew began to (in the words of Grandpa Bob) "build" a new drink, "conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all" drinks should be tasty and extremely strong. They "built" this new drink, which was sampled by all.
And it was good.
We mean really good.
Then began the discussion of what this nectar of the gods shall be called. Various names were suggested, then the MadDog in his infinite wisdom said, "why don't we call it Alan's Left Testicle?"
And so it was.
A second mug containing Alan's Left Testicle was then passed around.
And still it was good, and even stronger.
Then the group started to play a friendly little drinking game; and words started flying around the group, including comments about Alan's Left Testicle.
We present some of these gems now.
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MadDog: "Yeah, well, Alan's Left Testicle will do that to you." |
kick your ass with just my left testicle.'" |
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Drew: "Icing down my left testicle." |
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