Fuck, that stuff is anti-freeze. I like Timothy Taylor's Landlord, and stubby Heineken export during the week, and Weston's at the WE.
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Peroni through the week, vodka at weekends & rekoderligs on a sunny afternoon. Result.
Boot Polish warmed through bread in the week, tizer & turps at the weekends
I've drank a fair amount of that stuff at Uni. Fucking shite. I used to work at a nightclub so free entry + bottle of FJs for £3.50 and that was a night out!
Thank God those days are over haha
£3.50 for a bottle of Frosty Jack?? Was that a 5 litre bottle? I'm all in for cheap booze but gut stripper? I guess it's cheaper than a colonic irrigation. Thunderbird was the tramps champagne when I was at Uni in the eighties.
Great save by al habsi err Howard.
Timmy Howard.
Thank you
Thank you
Red or blue label. God that stuff was the devils piss. My old guitarist used to drink it before gigs, I don't know how he did it
Blue label. It was lethal. A Geordie mate of mine ended up on dialysis after a thunderbird binge. Burst pancreas. Devils piss indeed. The rest of our house decided enough was enough at that point & moved onto Tennents Super.
3 litre bottle I'm pretty sure. Gets you pretty fucked but it's not a good sort of drunk lol. The hangovers are stinking as well. No idea what Thunderbird is but it sounds very very classy
Thunderbird
17.5% alc. by vol.
As pictured to the left, look for the pigeon feces and you'll find this old bird. As soon as you taste this swill, it will be obvious that its makers cut every corner possible in its production to make it cheap. Self-proclaimed as "The American Classic," Thuderbird is Vinted and bottled by E&J Gallo Winery, in in Modesto, CA. Disguised like Night Train, the label says that it is made by "Thunderbird, Ltd." If your taste buds are shot, and you need to get trashed with a quickness, then "T-bird" is the drink for you. Or, if you like to smell your hand after pumping gas, look no further than Thunderbird. As you drink on, the bird soars higher while you sink lower. The undisputed leader of the five in foulness of flavor, we highly discourage driking this ghastly mixture of unknown chemicals unless you really are a bum. A convenience store clerk in Show Low, AZ once told me that only the oldest of stumbling indian drunks from the reservation buy Thunderbird. Avaliable in 750 mL and a devastating 50 oz jug.
The history of Thunderbird is as interesting as the drunken effects the one experiences from the wine. When Prohibition ended, Ernest Gallo and his brothers Julio and Joe wanted to corner the young wine market. Earnest wanted the company to become "the Campbell Soup company of the wine industry" so he started selling Thunderbird in the ghettos around the country. Their radio adds featured a song that sang, "What's the word? / Thunderbird / How's it sold? / Good and cold / What's the jive? / Bird's alive / What's the price? / Thirty twice." It is said that Ernest once drove through a tough, inner city neighborhood and pulled over when he saw a bum. When Gallo rolled down his window and called out, "What's the word?" the immediate answer from the bum was, "Thunderbird."
WARNING: This light yellow liquid turns your lips and mouth black! A mysterious chemical reaction similar to disappearing-reappearing ink makes you look like you've been chewing on hearty clumps of charcoal.
It's a real "professional" drink
Black lips!! Absolutely accurate. God that stuff really was from satans bladder. Turps n tizer would have been safer. No wonder I turned out "wrong"
Really should have been 1-1
No brother, you clearly turned out right. :avbpray:
The other one from uni was the infamous blast away. Diamond white & castaway in a pint glass. That was a headache in waiting. Then there was cheeky vimto. The mother of all hangovers lies in the bottom of a pint of one of those.
Bradley.
Pick a corner.
Oh my. Cue some Kleenex for yours truly
Pick a corner.
Oh my. Cue some Kleenex for yours truly
Can you stay on topic please
Fucking lightweights. Irn Bru, nurofen, sausage sandwich. Sorted.