It was Florida Man in a can.
We were in Tampa for a friends bachelor party right when all the banning talk was going into place. Gas station across from our hotel had a cooler full of them so we grabbed a few as a joke. A few turned into a few more, which turned into “whatever they have left”. Liquid crack.
A few hours later, after we had removed ourselves (or been removed) from the strip club there was non-pool furniture in the pool, mysterious and frightening amounts of (our?) blood on clothing, friends punching friends in the face, etc. Even the quiet kid in the group had somehow morphed into a complete sociopath.
That stuff is not to be fucked with. It’s like being tequila drunk on speed.
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