“My friend Hank would pick up a tulip glass of beer with his teeth, tip his head back, drink the beer, then set the glass back down, all no-handed.”
“Ralph, that’s another of your BS stories,” I said.
“I swear it’s true.”
I was just drunk enough to try. I grasped the edge of the full beer glass in my teeth, lifted it, and tilted. Just as beer reached my mouth, the glass broke. I sat there dripping with beer, a circle of broken glass clenched between my teeth.
Ralph grinned. “Of course, Hank did it with the glass half full.”
Ah yes drinking stories… hic.
Could have been at Shoey’s in Fargo, MN, circa the early 60’s