Last night my family got introduced to jelly shots. In a BIG way.
With seven people drinking, two of those restricting after the first hour or so, we went through at least seventy shots. Good times. Hilarious times, especially for the straight-edge girl giggling on the edges. There was a bar fridge with three shelves. We cleaned off an entire shelf. We also seemed to be the only people drinking them, except for when my brother took a batch around, then I took one around. There might have been some odd advertising coercion when someone completely sober took around apparently super strength shots.
Yeah, and my cousin got beyond pissed. Rambling on, halfway insulting the absent daughter of my present aunt and uncle, declaring he'd go gay for my older but not oldest brother. Fun times.
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