Tonight, it’s Thunderbird.
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How’s it sold? Good and cold. What’s the jive? Bird’s alive. What’s the price? Sixty twice!
Well today I got off the Night Train Express and made the switch to Thunderbird for the next leg of the Great Bum Wine Experiment of 2008.
For a little background info, a bum wine definition courtesy of Cinema Steve:
bum wine, n.– 1. the act of “drinking” wine rectally. 2. inexpensive or low quality wine
For now, lets concern ourselves with definition 2.
Thunderbird comes from my good friends at the E&J Gallo Winery in Modesto, Ca., and I gotta say: Good job boys.
The taste? Honestly, not so bad. It doesn’t taste like lighter fluid; it’s a lot like bad sake. So far it lacks the Night Train NyQuil-like coma and the crack attack of Cisco, but hey, every day can’t be Saturday.
The problem? I only drank half a bottle and I’m already feeling the start of a hangover headache.
My associate, passed out on the couch, just woke up long enough to offer her take: “I guess it’s good.”
For $1 and change, what more can you ask for?
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