splo

Packed in one-gallon plastic milk jugs, it's shipped to eastern cities such as Washington D.C., Philadelphia, Miami and New York. Once there, the splo (short for the explosion in one's head after drinking some) sells in shot houses by the glass at enormous profit.

2007, Matthew B. Rowley, Moonshine!, Sterling Publishing Company, page 70

He originally learned to play music in a splo house (an illegal bar with a still in the basement) spending many weekends playing till the sun came up or the cops came, whatever happened first.

2003, Amberjack Rice, New Roots, Album notes from the CD

Maybe two or three times a month we get a call from someone who says they've heard there's a secret subterranean city beneath Gay Street, that it's perfectly preserved with turn-of-the-century storefronts, that homeless people, drug dealers, and sundry gnomes live down there and drink splo and shoot dice, and that Metro Pulse should look into it.

1999, Jack Neely, “Not So Tall Tales”, in Weekly Wire