Anyway, he once just left a large dinner gathering without telling anyone. It took us a while to realize that he was actually gone, not just strangling a waitress in the back of the kitchen. Someone commented (probably us) that he was a real colostomy bag. It was then pointed out that, while this noun was totally inappropriate for polite conversation taking place over dinner, it would be a killer name for a drink.
Behold! The list of ingredients: Crème de Cassis, Milk Duds(R), and some American beer that tastes like piss (here we chose PBR).
Add three (for good luck!) Milk Duds to the bottom of the pint glass.
Fill with crappy beer.
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