An old friend, that knows way to much about me, reminded me of another whippet story. I was a little older but still no wiser and once alcohol is in the picture I become a retard. Um still a long time ago though!
There's a dessert restaurant in Charleston, their concept is great desserts and great drinks, go any where you'd like for dinner, just end up here for dessert. Several of my members for the after hours club worked here, so they were part of my rounds. I had stopped at many places before ending up here so needless to say I had a good buzz going. This place prides its self on everything made there. This included whipped cream, all desserts and coffees were topped with their delicious home made whipped cream. But in order to be able to keep up with the demands for the whipped cream, they need to get their nitrous in bulk. I knew where they kept their back up tank. Now here's where the story goes south. I was sitting at the bar with a couple of friends and I pointed out the spare tank. My friends didn't believe that there was a giant tank of nitrous three feet away. The little English bartender that was taking care of us had to leave from behind the bar for a minute to do something in the kitchen. This was my opportunity to jump behind the bar, put my lips on the brass nozzle of the nitrous tank and turned it on to inhale the gas. I turned it on way to fast, the gas came out in force causing the nozzle to instantly freeze up and my lips froze to the nozzle. When the English bar tender came back from the kitchen she saw me attached to the nozzle and screamed my name. I could not move, I was stuck. I pointed to the coffee pot. She grabbed the hot coffee and poured it on my lips to free me from its frosty hold. The whole bar got a good laugh at my expense. I woke the next morning with the usual hang over, went to the bathroom to brush the nasty out of my mouth. When I looked in the mirror I saw two huge blisters on my lips that looked like the worst STD ever. I couldn't be seen in public for several day after that night.
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