I'm never drinking [fill in the blank] again
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Permalink Reply by Doctor Tiki on -
For me it was Tequila. For many years I couldn't touch the stuff.
A friend found out he had a big inheritance from an estranged grandparent he never liked.
He brought over several bottles of the stuff to celebrate.
The last thing I remember was clinging to a lamp post afraid that I was going to fall off the planet.
My friend wandered onto the the roadway, tore off his shirt and challenged oncoming traffic to a wrestling match.
I have not seen him since.
That was 15 years ago.
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Permalink Reply by Annihalator James on -
I got nuthin', all my drinking experiences have been happy ones!
Probably will avoid Yak Sweat, but that's only because everybody should.
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Permalink Reply by Taqwa on -
I'm with the Doc.
Every time I have tequila in any amount, in any way (mixed or not) I throw up until I pass out. Loki can attest to this as I made a huge mess of his balcony when we found this out.
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Permalink Reply by TikiGeeki on -
I'm a bit torn. I have to say I'll probably never touch Tequila from some episodes in college... it allowed me the excuse to cheat on my girlfriend and finally break things off without having to be a man and actually talk to her. Like the sickness the next morning it hit me fast and deep. Not my proudest moment.
However, the worst situation involved vodka... and I rarely touch it now unless its well masked. I started with vodka and redbull, later vodka and cranberry. We went to a couple other bars. By the end of the night I was taking straight vodka on the rocks and I swear to god it was water. I barely remember dancing at the club, which I never do... and told later they didnt see me, went looking and saw three women bumping and grinding as I was dancing so they left me alone... I don't remember them. I even more vaguely remember being escorted back to the car. A faint memory of opening the window and yacking out while he was driving... evidently we were passing a cop at that moment. Next thing I remember is dragging myself to the kitchen at my friends house because the bathroom was way too far away, laying face down and yacking into my increasingly larger pile of shame, and feeling at that moment how wonderful and comfortable that cool tile was... though it was probably cool from the vomit too. My friend had to get the exterior of his car washed... wind resistance created a nice Jackson Pollock tribute across his car. I grabbed paper towels and cleaned his floor before I left. I'm nothing if not civilized.
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Permalink Reply by Captnkirk on -
I once drank some Bum wine when I was in college and won't ever do it again: You know the stuff: MD 20/20, Night Train, Thunderbird etc. I make a good living now, so even if I see it for just $1.50 a bottle I will walk on by and go to the aisle where the wine tastes good and is not harmful.
You always know your drink is going to be great when the mixer costs more than a whole bottle of the alcohol.
I think they stopped making these commercials when they realized their target consumer didn't own a TV.
Here is a review of it from bumwine.com because the Wine Spectator must have forgotten to rate it this year:
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.
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Permalink Reply by Loki on -
We made the What's the word/Thunderbird into a Bunnies rule a few months back! I blame cultural osmosis.
Captnkirk said:I once drank some Bum wine when I was in college and won't ever do it again: You know the stuff: MD 20/20, Night Train, Thunderbird etc. I make a good living now, so even if I see it for just $1.50 a bottle I will walk on by and go to the aisle where the wine tastes good and is not harmful.
You always know your drink is going to be great when the mixer costs more than a whole bottle of the alcohol.
I think they stopped making these commercials when they realized their target consumer didn't own a TV.
Here is a review of it from bumwine.com because the Wine Spectator must have forgotten to rate it this year:
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.
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Permalink Reply by Miss CherryBubbles on -
I'm never drinking any liquor through 1/4" tubing again. The first time was the LAST time...
It was 4th of July, about 5 years ago, at a former coworker/friend's barbecue party. Being 5 sheets to the wind by the time the fireworks were over, I wasn't making very good decisions. So when my friend suggested I drink my gin through the tube from my deconstructed glowstick lei, I was happy to oblige. NOT a good decision.
I don't remember a whole lot after that, including the hour drive home, the two drunk people on a 4-wheeler who turned up in our driveway, my Mister leaving to drive them home, or trying to take out my contact lenses whilst lying down with my eyes closed. He told me all about it later. Mister was also convinced that I was at death's door, until he saw me "dancing around" on the porch while he was dealing with the 4-wheeler drunks at 3 o'clock in the a.m. Suffice it to say it was not an enjoyable drinking experience.
And I was old enough to know better.
Addendum: I'm also never drinking blackberry brandy again... but that's another story.
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Permalink Reply by 4thJuly on -
Chinese rice wine did it for me. I've no idea what it was exactly but it burned badly going in (and coming out). The world started spinning after only 2 small drinks and after that I tried to secretly pour as much of it away as I could without offending our Chinese hosts. I killed a number of plants in the restaurant that I still feel bad about.
Thankfully we had a driver so getting back to the hotel was no problem and as a direct result of the night's drinking several important deals were done so I guess it was worth it. Still, never again.
I would caution drinking anything strongly alcoholic in a country with little-to-no public safety standards and a general problem with over-population. Stick to the tea, the tea is great.
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Permalink Reply by Sir Niuhi-Nose TBE on -
I'm never drinking [in Moderation!] again!
There's enough time to do that when I'm Dead...My remaining friends will visit my grave, Dance, Sing, Drink then Puke...I'll get there Alcohol filtered through Six feet of Dirt!
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Permalink Reply by Molson on -
While I was living in Switzerland several Finnish friends introduced me to their homemade gluvivne... I don't want to talk about it.
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Permalink Reply by hulahoney on -
I'm never drinking tequila again.The smell alone makes me want to retch...
Vegas. Tequila. Somewhere around 13 shots over a frightenly short period of time.
Yes. Exactly.
The mystery shot (14?) poured down my throat while laying on the bar by a fire breathing bartender at an outdoor dance party on the strip was the straw that broke the camel's back.
The evening ended with a wheelchair, a medic, and me insisting that since I knew my name and the day we arrived to Vegas (2 days prior) that I was well enough for the hotel staff to let me pass out in my room and not be a liability to them...
*whew* crisis averted. I was lucky to have good friends to make sure I didn't die in a gutter..
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