As part of any good trip to a foreign country, there must be a certain amount of drinking shenanigans, and my last trip to Amsterdam was certainly no exception. To see my other shenanigans, while in Amsterdam, check out this post. Part of my drinking shenanigans took place at P. King Restaurant, which is located at Herengracht 515 Amsterdam, Netherlands.

These particular drinking shenanigans took place after a delicious meal at P. King Restaurant, and some regular drinking took place during the dinner. The plan was that we poured a double shot of Sambuca, then lit it on fire, and covered said shot with another glass. Afterward, we removed the extra glass, but kept it covered to keep the fumes inside. Then we drank the double shot of Sambuca with a straw, and when we gave the go-ahead, the person taking care of the extra glass (with the fumes inside), lifted the glass, for us to inhale the fumes via the same straw. The rush that hits your brain is a mixture of confusion, shenanigans, and a feeling of joy when it all left your system.

A Bottle of Sambuca A Day Keeps the Doctor at Pay

Being the wuss that I am, I was not really interested in taking part in these drinking shenanigans, but peer pressure is certainly a bitch. After seeing my buddy JMK, of Hustler, and adult film star Penny Flame taking part, I pretty much had to man the fuck up. JMK is first up to bat:

JMK Preparing to Enter Manhood by Way of Sambuca

Then miss Penny Flame shows us that two can play at that…

Penny Flame Prepares Herself Mentally for Sambuca Destruction

After she has prepared herself mentally, she goes in for the kill:

Miss Flame Adds Some Hair to Her Chest

Of course, I am not going to have it that I am outdone by anyone, no matter what the competition is, so I go for two rounds of organ-killing Sambuca. Round one:

Sambuca is Most Certainly Destruction in a Bottle

And as I alluded to, if one round of drinking shenanigans was not enough, I go for two. I promise you, my liver and lungs are still not talking to me:

Fool me Once, Shame on You...Twice...I am Retarded

That now concludes my drinking shenanigans from Amsterdam. As you probably know yourself, if there is one place it is acceptable to be a retard, it is Amsterdam. I fit right in.