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Do you want to have that perfect six pack to show off in your hidden camera sexcapades?

Ever wonder why people call you tubby? Here is a hint, its because you're fat.

Have you ever been caught urinating on a bums shopping cart while he was asleep in it?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, you are a loser.

But I can help.

With my revolutionary new diet and workout, you too can be shallow and scoff at the imperfections of others.

I know what you must be saying. "But Donkey, I'm a fat, unmotivated slob that sits in front of a computer in a cubical and eat blocks of cheese. How can I get the perfect body?"

Well, here is how it works.

My patented work out technique takes all the guess work out of counting calories and carbs and will motivate you to get that perfect body your overly proportionate hot girl friend bangs your UPS guy for.

You see, the problem with 6 Second abs is, its takes six seconds. That means you have to get up, look for the contraption and actually do the exercise yourself. Who wants that? No one, that's who. People often tout the liquid diet, like the Hollywood Diet and some other one that sucks as well.

Through the miracle of 17th century technology, I have combined the ab crunching power of 6 Second abs and the diarrhea of a liquid diet into one easy to use product.

"What is this miracle product, Donkey?"

I'll tell you. Salmonella, otherwise know as food poisoning.

"But I heard that that is bad! How does it work?"

Its quick, easy, and fast! Using my program, you are guaranteed to lose up to 50 pounds in the first week, without having to become a grubby bulimic. You simply eat the raw, spotted chicken breast that comes in each kit, and let nature take its course. In a matter of hours, you will be dry heaving your way to the six pack of your dreams! Even better is the motivational value. There is none! All dry heaving is involuntary and it is relentless. Salmonella doesn't care if you can't take one more painful wretch session before you pass out. It pushes your body to the limit and then shatters your spirit and will to live.

If you act within the next 37 seconds, I will throw in ANOTHER spoiled chicken breast at no extra cost to you. But wait there is more!

"How much more can there be?!"

Not much, so shut your face.

If you promise to tell a friend about my new workout program, I will slash the price of the package to an miniscule amount of seven easy payments of $29.95.

The package includes:

2 chicken breasts that our team pf scientists have left in the sun at strategic positions throughout the day.

1 instructional video on how to properly attack this diet.

The number for 911.

All this and more can be yours. Lets hear some testimonials:

Fat piece of shit from Bangor, ME writes;

Dear Donkey,
I fucking hate you. You made me violently ill for the past month. I've lost my job, my apartment, and my gay lover. No amount of pain I could wish upon you would be enough to ease my suffering. I hope you get raped by an elephant with herpes.

Love,
Fat piece of shit.

PS: I lost 89 pounds thanks to your diet.

There you have it, another success story. Don't be shy, order yours today!

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OR

Mail a self addressed stamped envelope to:

Donkey's Salmonella Miracle Diet
97 Manipulation Ave. Suite 132
Manchester, NH 03106
 
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Jungle Juice: A night to remember or...... forget

Let me preface this story with a little good advice. I firmly believe that this drink is brewed with evil intent. It can turn the most innocent, pure person into an absolute raving lunatic. And you guys know me so guess what's coming. Everything about this stuff is NO JOKE. One of my roommates drank Jungle Juice in Thailand when he was in the Marines for a week and remembers nothing. A whole week.... gone. If your not careful, or you drink like me, than you will buy a one way express ticket to hell. So without further adieu heres the story...........

The recipe:

1 L Everclear
5.25 L (3 1.75L bottles) Vodka
1 bottle Peach Schnapps
1 pint Bacardi 151 Proof Rum
1 bottle 99 Apples Apple Schnapps
10 L Sprite
1 L Sunny Delight
1 L Triple Sec
1.75 L bottle Gin
1 bottle DeKuyper Sour Apple Pucker
4 bottles Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill Wine
8 L Hawaiian Punch
2 containers Orange Juice concentrate
Fruit

***We didn't put Everclear in it, mainly because um........... it's illegal in California. Everclear is a 95% or 190 proof grain alcohol. Bacardi 151 is nothing compared to this. This stuff would put you into a coma after 3 shots, and believe me I do NOT need to be around that stuff. You might want to think twice when the bottle has more warnings on it than a gasoline pump.***

So I wake up one morning, hungover as usual, with hazy memories of what I did or think I did the last night. I stumbled out of bed and get onto the computer and just start browsing around wasting time. Suddenly, one of my best girl friends (Erin) IM's me and informs me that today was her birthday. (of course I didn't remember because number one I was super dooper hungover, and number 2 that I may be a bad friend). She then asked what I was getting for her. You would think in my present condition, I would buy her a little present or something. But no, not James.

I decided to throw her a birthday bash. The last time she drank with me she almost had to go to the hospital, from what she told me she threw up about 14 times the next day and felt like she got ran over by a fucking greyhound bus. I needed something to make this evening extra special. With my quick (or slow) wit Jungle Juice popped up. Mind you I have never drank the stuff before and only heard stories, albeit horror ones. With my brilliant (not) idea in hand, I got the recipe and headed down to the liquor store with Josh. The owner must have thought it was fucking Christmas because we went in there like ballers. $150 dollars later we had the poison piled into my truck and we were ready to rock and roll. At home I rubbed my hands together and laughed devilishly at the havoc this liquid was going to cause. Josh and I mixed it together and let it sit for about 15 minutes. When I took the lid off to stir it, I swear my eyes started burning from the alcohol fumes coming off of it.

I had my first drink and oh boy was it awesome. This stuff was like liquid Jesus. It had no alcohol taste whatsoever. Honestly I was kinda dissapointed, thinking this stuff wasn't going to even liquor up a cat. I was wrong...... dead wrong. I ended up making ten gallons of it.

A few hours later, everyone started showing up and we got it kicked off. My first few drinks went down smooth and I had a good buzz by like nine o'clock. As more people showed up, I started to realize my motor skills were slowly failing. I remember this one kid who was like 18 or so come up to me and challenge me shot for shot with what I had left of the 99 Bananas. Well I ended his shit pretty quickly, by the end of the night he was throwing up all over his friends and could not walk three feet in a straight line without falling down. I think he even passed out in the parking lot of my apartment. Needless to say he had to be evacuated by his buddies. If you can't cook then get the fuck out of the kitchen.

After this little fiasco, I started to really feel it. Through the fog I realized I was in for one hell of a night. And blackout begins. From what I was told the next day, I savagely hit on one of my good chick friends for 45 minutes. I could barely open my eyes and I puked like twice. My buddy Josh and his girlfriend showed up drunk from the bar that they were at. I greeted his girlfriend by jumping onto her like a fucking monkey and dry humped her for about 30 seconds. Her back hurt for a week after that. But one of the funniest things that happened was when everyone else was outside. Josh walked in to grab a drink and was met with this sight. I was standing in front of the container of the juice, a hand on each end, and my head submerged in it. Josh comes up and this conversation was had.

Josh: "What in the sweet fuck are you doing?" (He pulls my head out by grabbing my shoulder)
James: "I'm bobbing for apples damn it!" (Juice is streaming from my face)
Josh: "Are you fucking serious? There are no apples in that shit!"
James: (Looks at the container than at Josh and drunkenly contemplates this new information)
James: "Are you sure?"
Josh: "Look you fucking idiot do you see any apples? No, you don't"

"Oh......... well than I guess I am drinking it then." (Immediatley thereafter I dive back in.)

The rest of the night was uneventful, except for the fact that I was stumbling around like an idiot, I threw up some more, loudly cursed inanimate objects, went to the store, thought I lost my keys (They were in my hand while I was looking for them), savagely hit on my friend some more, bunched a hole in one of my posters (broke the plastic and everything), called 5 billion people (one like 20 times), and eventually passed out.

When my buddies came home from the cabin, they saw me at the computer. They started absolutely busting up. I asked what was so funny. They said go look in the mirror. I walked to the bathroom and well....... this is what I saw.

1. I had a brand spanking new blue sideburn drawn on my face.
2. A large penis drawn on my lower back.

and the coup de grace

3. A sign that said "Insert dick here" below that penis, and an arrow pointing to my ass.

Honestly, is this my life, am I really here?
 
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mustynutz said:
***We didn't put Everclear in it, mainly because um........... it's illegal in California. Everclear is a 95% or 190 proof grain alcohol. Bacardi 151 is nothing compared to this. This stuff would put you into a coma after 3 shots, and believe me I do NOT need to be around that stuff.
i drank 4 shots of everclear freshman year
 
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yeah i didnt read that part.....i drank absinthe which is 180 proof and had about 4-5 shots, i was fucked up but no where near dying

everclear is legal in CA, butits limited to 151 proof..the real 174 proof is availble, just harder to find
 
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naw the shit we drank was the 95%
the fucked up thing is i didnt throw up till a few hours after i took the shots when some fuckhead gave me a glass of water that i took a big gulp of then realized it was everclear
then they followed me into the shower with a video camera
thats all i know cause i dont remember shit after the 4th shot
n the other shit i said was on tape
they even got a closeup of my dick i think
 
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My brother killed a fifth of Everclear, with a sip here and there to share with a couple other people. This was back in '94, I was a freshman in high school. I just remember him being walked towards me by two gangster ass foos, and one of them was holding an emptly bottle of Everclear. They just told me he was acting a fool and to keep an eye on him. He kept trying to bolt away from me to go back into the house. He would fall after like 5 steps, then laugh about it and try it again like a minute later. He was standing straight up, but his head was bobbing and spinning in circles, it was crazy. He did a bunch of other stupid shit the rest of the night, but didn't remember none of it the next day. He didn't even throw up that whole time. I've made sure to never touch that shit.

Does anybody know the PROOF of Bacanora??
 
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Bacanora is a similar regional drink from Sonora, now available commercially (it was legalized in 1992). It is made from a wild agave (yaquiano maguey), roasted over a mesquite fire. Making bacanora was illegal in Mexico until 1992, when the government changed the laws. However, it is still made as moonshine there. Today it is available regionally only in small quantities, and may be as high as 92 proof. See my page on pulque for information about the ancestor of bacanora and other spirits made from agave juice.
 
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Yeah, that shit is strong. I tried it once, and it reminded me of the taste of gasoline. But that was years ago. My family takes empty gallons of milk to Mexico the morning before family parties, and by the time the party's starting, they've got about 10 of those motherfuckers full to the top waiting to be drank. I don't touch Bacanora though, I just stick to beer and Hornitos.