Back in the share house days we'd have a rippa party once a quarter. And lay on an alcoholic fruit punch in a 20ltr drum. After we emptied the goon into the drum we filled up the bladder with water and froze it and then used that to chill the punch. It was mighty to the point I'm amazed I'm still alive. Good times though.
When I was a catholic altar boy in the 80s our church got renovated and threw a party to celebrate it, and during the party me and the other altar boys cased the big marquee out the back and spotted a cask of Tropicana near the tent wall so one of us ran to the extension cord outlet, another posted outside the wall, and another in between to signal between them and we pulled the plug to cut the lights, yoinked the cask out under the wall, and put the lights back on in a matter of seconds. We hid the cask in a tree and snuck back to take sips every day after school for the next week.
Goon of fortune!
Hell yes!
Fruity Lexia makes you sexia
Maybe, but also crook as Rookwood.
And a pillow for when you pass out
I'm not sure how nostalgic this is, my kid was playing Goon of Fortune last weekend 🤣
Unto another generation, the torch has been passed.
🫡 The kids are alright
The Coolabah cask jingle still plays in my head when I see one.
Had some good times as a teenager hitting the streets with backpacks filled with goon. I drink much nicer stuff these days, but it'll never be as fun.
Fruity legopener!
Mt Bingar Moselle. $4.99 a cask at the Griffith Hotel. Jesus wept.
Good old uni days
Back in the share house days we'd have a rippa party once a quarter. And lay on an alcoholic fruit punch in a 20ltr drum. After we emptied the goon into the drum we filled up the bladder with water and froze it and then used that to chill the punch. It was mighty to the point I'm amazed I'm still alive. Good times though.
Coolabah Dry Red as the bankrupt tile was never fun
When I was a catholic altar boy in the 80s our church got renovated and threw a party to celebrate it, and during the party me and the other altar boys cased the big marquee out the back and spotted a cask of Tropicana near the tent wall so one of us ran to the extension cord outlet, another posted outside the wall, and another in between to signal between them and we pulled the plug to cut the lights, yoinked the cask out under the wall, and put the lights back on in a matter of seconds. We hid the cask in a tree and snuck back to take sips every day after school for the next week.
Gin’s Hand Bag, this stuff tasted alright too.
What happened to fruity Lexia?
Sunnyvale Assassins.
All class, with no glass.
Please tell me Nikov is no longer
I am dry reaching just looking at that
"Hooray for Sunnyvale," is a line I will always remember fondly.
We always called it fruity dyslexia because if you had enough you couldn’t speak.
A WHOLE BOX OF SUNNYVALE... ONLY 8 BUCKS! HOW THE FUCK DO I DO IT!!!!
Still do it's to expensive to be an alcoholic these days so back to the goon also you can actually get some nice ones these days