The Nashman tastes illicit pleasures so you don't have to.
Walking late one evening The Nashman chanced upon an interesting 'club' hidden in the backstreets of CK. Very interesting. Say the magic word on the door... ...down to a cavern adorned with skulls and blood and such.. Let's see, let's try five shots of the highest concentration.. Visual acuity before imbibing... Visual acuity after....
(I am omitting that part where you go through narrow passageways and into a deeper cavern and everyone's naked and chanting and being touchy feely and....)
The Moral of the Story: Live vicariously through The Nashman. Don't do it yourself.