Those are shot glasses where I come from. We just strap
1/4 barrels to our backs, and hang the hose off our caps!
I got drunk for the first time, at the tender age of 3,
and puked on my parent’s bed, where they put me to sleep it
off. It was at my cousin’s confirmation party, where I
asked my mother(raised with German as the household
language), if I could have some beer. She held up two
fingers, spaced about 3/4 of an inch apart, and said,
“you can have this much”. Being the resourceful son
I was, I went to the first uncle maning the pump on
the half barrel, and said, “My mother said I could have
this much”, and my uncle laughed, and squirted a little
beer in a cup. I waited until there was a new uncle
manning the beer barrel, and repeated my claim of my
mother’s permission, and that uncle squirted some
beer in a cup. I have a bunch of uncles
When my mother was told that her young son was looking
kind of wobbly, she found me, and asked me how much
beer I had, and I held up two fingers, and said, “I
only had this much”. A couple of my uncles were watching,
and one said, “Yah, I gave him a squirt”, and then another
said the same thing, and another, and another. At that
point, I left the party, and was taken home…
Oh by the way, CHEESEHEADS ROCK!
Big Bass Bane