Mad Dog is for beginner Winos. Those of us older winos who have reached expert class still prefer the exalted Thunderbird for it's "OH GOD LET ME DIE NOW" quality hangovers. Of course, those same hangovers are why we never sober up!
It was Boones Farm in my small, I mean really small,town, in the 70's. I only went to one party in high school. A pretty but quiet girl was chugging Orange Driver, I think it is a flavored vodka. She got sick, and was outside, barfing in the snow, a bright orange liquid. She was crying and was convinced that she was puking her insides up, because of the color. Poor thing, the other girls were holding her hair out of her face, trying to comfort her.
I recall Boone's Farm being popular along with Annie Greensprings. There was a rose' called Mateus that was popular with the snooty girls. There was also Fred Sanford's "Champipple"--Seven-Up and Ripple. Ah the good ol' days when $1 would buy a rotgut quart of beer AND a $0.49 TV dinner. Fine dining at its most degenerate.
I forgot about Boone's Farm, although lord knows I shouldn't.
Back then we were into bicycles, so on hot summer nights we'd ride down to the liquor store, buy our pop wine, and then ride down to the city park on Lake Michigan. Great way to spend a Friday night.
Rickin, After. Boones Farm I don't remember until the early seventies. MD 20/20, Night Train, Thunderbird, Ripple, Wild Irish Rose, Moscatel and the list goes on were out a long time before Boones Farm.
Growing up, the local liquor store had a breezeways out back, way out of site of the counter. Building was originally built in the 18th century and improved upon over the years, giving it an odd layout inside. Mr. Saunders the owner stuck the Boone’s farm rack out there so we kids could steal it easier the one summer. Behind the ball field, it reeked of sweet puke for the next two years. Good times, good times.........
Tango, Key Largo, Manischewitz--and don't forget Haffenreffer Private Stock, AKA the Green Death...a plethora of cheap drink choices, each offering it's own uniquely painful hangover. Ah, good times.
I knew I was in trouble when I bought the bottle, the black guys hanging out at Phil's said "Look, the white boy is buy Mad Dog." After that disaster I moved up to Spanada.
5 Don't worry I called you because of what you said in the text. The police are behind you and will write you a ticket after pulling you over for being on your phone. Stupid bitch.
Starker here. For my time it was Kamikazes & Slow Screws made with Slo gin & OJ for the ladies. For me though, it was Long Island Iced Tea, 5 shots, not just 4. Ah, those were the days. 2 LIs, then 2 rum & Cokes, followed by 2 Cokes. All that while dancing. I never left or went home drunk.
Mad Dog 20/20. Goes good with weed and allows you to wake up in the railroad tracks. Ah the sixties.
ReplyDeleteMad Dog is for beginner Winos. Those of us older winos who have reached expert class still prefer the exalted Thunderbird for it's "OH GOD LET ME DIE NOW" quality hangovers. Of course, those same hangovers are why we never sober up!
DeleteWhat's the word?
DeleteThunderbird!
DeleteNight Train
Delete"Two Buck Chuck"??
DeleteOr,if you're not in a hurry, throw a pound of sugar and an tablespoon of bread yeast in a gallon of grape juice.
What's the word?
DeleteThunderbird.
What's the price?
Thirty, twice.
Who drink the mos'?
Us Black folks.
Who drink the Less?
That white mess.
Damn, it's too bad some of you folks didn't have the joy of growin' up in a "diverse" neighborhood... aka ghetto.
Inbred Redneck
You young whippersnappers are too young to have ever heard of Annie Greensprings.
ReplyDeleteThat's back in the day when a quart of Old Milwaukee or Blatz cost about two bucks.
Amateurs.
Obviously you are not an OG, when I was in college a case (12) of quarts was $6
DeleteIt was Boones Farm in my small, I mean really small,town, in the 70's. I only went to one party in high school. A pretty but quiet girl was chugging Orange Driver, I think it is a flavored vodka. She got sick, and was outside, barfing in the snow, a bright orange liquid. She was crying and was convinced that she was puking her insides up, because of the color. Poor thing, the other girls were holding her hair out of her face, trying to comfort her.
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Met a girlfriend in college at a kegger. She was drinking Annie Greensprings. I should have known that was a bad sign.
DeleteWas this before or after Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill?
DeleteI recall Boone's Farm being popular along with Annie Greensprings. There was a rose' called Mateus that was popular with the snooty girls. There was also Fred Sanford's "Champipple"--Seven-Up and Ripple.
DeleteAh the good ol' days when $1 would buy a rotgut quart of beer AND a $0.49 TV dinner. Fine dining at its most degenerate.
Rickn8or, Strawberry Hill. The memories of good times and gut wrenching pain. Thanks, my stomach is churning from the thought.
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I forgot about Boone's Farm, although lord knows I shouldn't.
DeleteBack then we were into bicycles, so on hot summer nights we'd ride down to the liquor store, buy our pop wine, and then ride down to the city park on Lake Michigan. Great way to spend a Friday night.
Rickin, After. Boones Farm I don't remember until the early seventies. MD 20/20, Night Train, Thunderbird, Ripple, Wild Irish Rose, Moscatel and the list goes on were out a long time before Boones Farm.
DeleteYou've never puked until you puked up a good bunch of Bali Hai.
DeleteGrowing up, the local liquor store had a breezeways out back, way out of site of the counter. Building was originally built in the 18th century and improved upon over the years, giving it an odd layout inside.
DeleteMr. Saunders the owner stuck the Boone’s farm rack out there so we kids could steal it easier the one summer. Behind the ball field, it reeked of sweet puke for the next two years.
Good times, good times.........
Blue Nun for the more mature taste.
DeleteAlways bury your car keys prior to cracking the opening the bottle. love the that taste.
ReplyDeleteIf you can remember the 60's, you weren't there!
ReplyDeleteAged in the truck ...
ReplyDeleteThis! One of Fred Sandford's best quotes...
DeleteSpanada (with a tilde) much classier than Belly High, I mean Bali Hai.
ReplyDelete1970 half a gallon of Spanaway and smoked salmon. Truly brought up my toenails. NEVER AGAIN.
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#8 is simultaneously flipping the bird and biting her thumb, which indicates knowledge of offensive gestures all the way back to Shakespearian times.
ReplyDeleteIf I were single, I'd want to date her...which explains a lot about me, none of it flattering.
The comments are as good as the posts!
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Tango, Key Largo, Manischewitz--and don't forget Haffenreffer Private Stock, AKA the Green Death...a plethora of cheap drink choices, each offering it's own uniquely painful hangover. Ah, good times.
ReplyDeleteThat is why when I used to go on a lost week, I would mix Silent Sam with Pepto Bismol.
Deleteif you was high class - Cold Duck
ReplyDeleteI knew I was in trouble when I bought the bottle, the black guys hanging out at Phil's said "Look, the white boy is buy Mad Dog."
ReplyDeleteAfter that disaster I moved up to Spanada.
Thunder Bird. We used to pour in a package of Goofy Grape Kool Aid, shake it up and called it Purple Jesus.
ReplyDelete5 Don't worry I called you because of what you said in the text. The police are behind you and will write you a ticket after pulling you over for being on your phone. Stupid bitch.
ReplyDeleteRipple.
ReplyDeleteJust glad nobody on here woke up to a hoppin gator hangover, after trashing the golf course and running some of the carts into the water holes.
ReplyDeleteEverybody knows, it's Wild Irish Rose!
ReplyDeleteMy first puking experience was with Cherry Vodka.
ReplyDeleteIt took me 10 years to eat another cherry.
I still don't mix alcohol with cherry flavors.
Haha...mine was tequila, vodka, and Fireball!
DeleteI ended woke up in another county without a shirt!
wild Irish rose, a fine example from my mid Michigan youth. learned great things from a man named Ot miller.
ReplyDeleteStarker here.
ReplyDeleteFor my time it was Kamikazes & Slow Screws made with Slo gin & OJ for the ladies. For me though, it was Long Island Iced Tea, 5 shots, not just 4. Ah, those were the days. 2 LIs, then 2 rum & Cokes, followed by 2 Cokes. All that while dancing. I never left or went home drunk.