Chug: (v) to drink something in large gulps
My inexperience often leaves me intimidated, while my excesses are often overtly displayed in either my demeanor or appearance.
I’m not a beer drinker.
It’s not because I think it’s morally wrong or it’s associated with those who fart more than think. I just never started.
It’s almost like the scenario that if you don’t have sex before you’re twenty-one, you just might not ever have sex.
There are windows, am I right?
Everybody should hit a baseball with a bat before they’re six.
Everybody should ride a rollercoaster before they’re ten.
Everybody should probably kiss someone before they’re twelve.
Everybody should read a book which is thicker than a carrot before they’re fourteen.
I could go on and on.
I don’t know when most people drink their first beer. I was eighteen, and ended up sipping it. I can guarantee you that a sip of beer will probably prevent you from taking a gulp, and the lack of a gulp certainly forbids chugging.
There are many things I have drunk in my life that weren’t particularly sweet and tasty–but for some reason, that first sip of beer scared me away.
So when I watch movies and see teens chugging beer, only to vomit it up within the hour, I guess I just don’t get it.
Even though I have over-eaten to the point of regurgitating, I didn’t have fond memories of the barbecue ribs which instigated the urping. Matter of fact, for a season I couldn’t even hear someone say, “barbecue ribs” without dashing for the bathroom porcelain.
Yet people will drink beer, chug it, throw up and come right back for another serving.
Interesting. I just had a thought.
I wonder if that’s how recycling got started?