The orange one used to make me chuck my guts up just sniffing it.the red grape was like a fine wine (er.well.no it wasn't) and I could sup it until I collapsed with no vomiting involved.ĭone some stupid things drunk on a variety of substances, some more noxious than others, but Thunderbird was the only thing that could get me (as a bloke with an Iron Maiden patch on my back) dueting with a housemate Strawberry Switchblade's "Since Yesterday" at 3am in the middle of Nottingham 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. When Gallo rolled down his window and called out, "What's the word?" the immediate answer from the bum was, "Thunderbird." 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. 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. When Prohibition ended, Ernest Gallo and his brothers Julio and Joe wanted to corner the young wine market. The history of Thunderbird is as interesting as the drunken effects the one experiences from the wine. Avaliable in 750 mL and a devastating 50 oz jug. A convenience store clerk in Show Low, AZ once told me that only the oldest of stumbling indian drunks from the reservation buy Thunderbird.
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. As you drink on, the bird soars higher while you sink lower. Or, if you like to smell your hand after pumping gas, look no further than Thunderbird.
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. Self-proclaimed as "The American Classic," Thuderbird is Vinted and bottled by E&J Gallo Winery, in in Modesto, CA. 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. Why should we expect better from the kids?Īnyway, found this info from a site called BUMWINE.COMĪs pictured to the left, look for the pigeon feces and you'll find this old bird. Does this still happen today? Are todays 18 (or there abouts) drinkers more discerning in their choices of beverage? Twenty years ago when I was sloshing it back,quality was never a consideration.
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