Went to a party at a bar with some friends around 1999.... Had 6 Heineken and 6 shots of Jager. Apparently I was winning on the pool table til I got so drunk I couldn't walk around the table and was using one eye aiming trying to get the ball in the pocket. I apparently finally gave up and sat at the table with my friends and proceeded to start crying.
Nobody could figure out why I was so upset. Even went to a pay phone and called a friend crying. He said I made no damned sense at all. Friends dropped me off at my house where I woke up the next day with the keys still stuck in the lock in the front door and I was passed out on the couch with my coat still on. Sick AF for several days and swore never again would I touch that evil Jager shit.
Somewhere around the mid 2000's at an new years eve party way out in the country, I started off drinking beer. Later on I drunkenly thought it would be ok to do a few shots of Jager. At midnite there were fools outside with shot guns shooting them in the air screaming happy new year. That's the last thing I recall. Fireworks and gun shots.
I woke up the next day in a little kid's messy room not knowing where the fk I was at. I was naked and my clothes were OUTSIDE frozen to the ground. Apparently I had stripped off my clothes and jumped naked on the trampoline at 1 in the morning with a friend I'd rode there with. I don't even like that sumbitch but there he was naked in a twin bed with me.
I apparently shot the gun in the air too and some other things I don't recall doing and will forever deny....
I was sick for at least 3 days and swore off Jager for good.
Later that year I got a second job in a biker bar as a waitress at night. Their top selling drink was Jager shots from this machine that stayed on the bar that kept it ice cold. I could smell that mofo soon as I walked in. That awful licorice smell would make me gag taking the drinks to customers. FK JAGER I hate it.
These days I rarely if ever drink, if I do its a beer or some wine. Pothead for life