Smooth

I recall an evening at the pits where we scored a bottle of chocolate something or another. Three of us made it to the pits earlier than the fourth friend. Call it greed, call assinine, call it as you will -- we opted to drink that chocolate liquor [or most of it] prior to the fourth person showing up. Not too sure if he got it for us, but, if he did -- sucked to be him [and that would make us jerks { not the first time nor the last} but -- anywho, with much haste we filled the chocolate liquor bottle with soda -- and passed it to our fourth buddy when he arrived. He took huge gulps continuing to state how smooth it was. After several bouts of almost crapping our pants [trying to prevent ourselves from laughing] we finally told him what we did. Surprisingly enough, he was cool about it.

Anyway, that night was better than the night we mixed Jack Daniels with McDonald Chocolate Shakes-- Thanks Goldie

Hey reluctant-- remember when we went to the movies on the dayoff? Something about taking someone's schwib? -- You can tell that story!