Powdered Alcohol

When I was in college I smuggled a fifth of Jack into a Van Halen concert in my underwear. As I approached the security checkpoint I could feel it slipping. All attempts to discretely adjust my cargo were futile. By the time that I reached the front of the line, I was desperately clenching the bottle between my thighs and my flirtatious hip swaying walk had turned into a very slow shuffle....more