"There are countless horrible things happening all over the world and horrible people prospering, but we must never allow them to disturb our equanimity or deflect us from our sacred duty to sabotage and annoy them whenever possible." -Auberon Waugh
Ah, Thunderbird. The college days drink of choice. Along with Almaden pink "champagne" which made for some really good cork-popping contests in the parking lot behind the dorm.
Thunderbird was for the refined college students, Rebecca, the sort who thought that waking up in the dorm showers was undignified. Those of us who were more down to earth preferred Everclear.
But not straight from the bottle, Heavens no! We weren't complete Bohemians. We drank it mixed -- frozen juice concentrate, any flavor, but orange was the most popular choice. It just had to be a CHEAP juice concentrate.
Naturally I only watched from afar, but back in the day, my fellows would mix Everclear with grape juice in a (brand new, I hope) trash can. The brew was generally referred to, rather irreverently, as Purple Jesus.
There was a fellow in my Army unit who mixed Thunderbird and Night Train. Pappy was a smart guy with a lot of potential, until the alcohol got hold of him.
Good choice, you avoid competing with Ace of Spades for the Val-U-Rite segment.
When I was in high school, the cheap wines of choice were Ripple, Annie Greensprings, and Boon's Farm. I avoided them because young as I was I still knew they were cheap desperation fare and decided to wait until I was of legal ago so I wouldn't need to sneak trailer trash beverages. I figured maybe I wouldn't like alcohol, but I probably really wouldn't like it if I started with stuff like that. Or even worse, I might end up liking it way too much.
I also didn't care for Coors at all, in sharp contradistinction to most of my peers.
Deb: Thunderbird and Night Train mixed together? Awesome! Guaranteed to make your head feel like this the morning after - possibly with the added sensation of having a hummingbird fly up your ear canal.
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I notice he's drinking alone.
Maybe he and Bronson can make a night of it. "Mandom"
Poor guy must have really needed the money to make a commercial for a hobo wine.
Ah, Thunderbird. The college days drink of choice. Along with Almaden pink "champagne" which made for some really good cork-popping contests in the parking lot behind the dorm.
Thunderbird was for the refined college students, Rebecca, the sort who thought that waking up in the dorm showers was undignified. Those of us who were more down to earth preferred Everclear.
But not straight from the bottle, Heavens no! We weren't complete Bohemians. We drank it mixed -- frozen juice concentrate, any flavor, but orange was the most popular choice. It just had to be a CHEAP juice concentrate.
Our standards were low, but we stuck to them!
Jeff:
Naturally I only watched from afar, but back in the day, my fellows would mix Everclear with grape juice in a (brand new, I hope) trash can. The brew was generally referred to, rather irreverently, as Purple Jesus.
No Boone's Farm Stawberry Wine?
There was a fellow in my Army unit who mixed Thunderbird and Night Train. Pappy was a smart guy with a lot of potential, until the alcohol got hold of him.
Good choice, you avoid competing with Ace of Spades for the Val-U-Rite segment.
When I was in high school, the cheap wines of choice were Ripple, Annie Greensprings, and Boon's Farm. I avoided them because young as I was I still knew they were cheap desperation fare and decided to wait until I was of legal ago so I wouldn't need to sneak trailer trash beverages. I figured maybe I wouldn't like alcohol, but I probably really wouldn't like it if I started with stuff like that. Or even worse, I might end up liking it way too much.
I also didn't care for Coors at all, in sharp contradistinction to most of my peers.
Steve: I'm with you on Coors. First time I tried it, it tasted like mineral water that had gone kind of flat.
Deb: Thunderbird and Night Train mixed together? Awesome! Guaranteed to make your head feel like this the morning after - possibly with the added sensation of having a hummingbird fly up your ear canal.
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