This article made me laugh.

It also made me thirsty.

Don't forget to try those wine bags that come in a cardboard box.

Eff.

Thunderbird.

Thunderbird will do just fine

Oh, and I once saw a liquor store selling little baggies of whiskey, tequila and rum, for about 75 cents (of us dollar). See if you can stomach those, I'm sure they must be foul.

Anyone got the number of the preggo chick? She's hot, and is clearly a cheap date. Plus her kids can get us some more booze.

Nice article, by the way.

More cheap booze hilarity here: http://www.bumwine.com/

WTF is that sign in the first picture? The one that says OFF
LICENCE
ON

WTF is that sign in the first picture? The one that says OFF LICENCE ON

I think it's U.K. speak for "this liquor store is open". A tip for easier translating: On is translated to Open, and also spelled Open in both versions.

I am a true drunk, I need no review. For beer, it must be the one and only 'High Gravity' malt liquor, at 8.2 percent alcohol in a 22 oz. and there is always at least one place in any town selling it for 99 cents per can(Not to be confused with 211, which is a Poe-ass 8.1% alcohol).

Wine would be good 'ol Two Buck Chuck, or Charles Shaw wine at Trader Joes.

Something that can not really be classified would be Mad Dog 20/20, or MD 20/20, which has something like over 20% alcohol content for under 5 bucks.

I love this idea. My second year in college (2000) I had a good strong core of drinking buddies and we all preferred beer over liquor or wine. We actually broke out the calculators and figured the cheapest beer (that we could ingest without melting our stomach lining - no Busch or Natural Ice). Stroh's beer was 51 cents per can in the suitcase (can't remember if Stroh's was an 18 or 24) and PBR was 53 cents per each (in a 24 case).

Damn, I love PBR. For a cheap beer, it tastes like sweet nectar.

Whoops, open not on my bad. That sign looks like it doesn't light up.

The cheapest way to get drunk; be a cute or pretty girl. Then it's free. Just watch out for the octopusses.

Hargrave pointed out the irony of having an old Indian woman advising me on booze at the liquor store, but sadly she was Gandhi not Geronimo. Still, I'm going to suggest they change their name to Old Indian Spirits Guides.

I haven't had any alcohol since 1990, but in the 15 years prior to that, I was almost always looking for a budget buzz.

I believe it was the summer of 1982, and I was sharing a big old run-down house in upstate New York with six or eight other guys. We drank Carlo Rossi wine from gallon jugs, Schmidts beer, Mad Dog 20/20, and whatever else we could scrounge up on the cheap. Then the local supermarked had a sale on a beer called Old Fort Schuyler. It was $4.99 a case. 24 twelve ounce bottles for $4.99. That's less than twenty one cents each. We pooled our resources, filled a couple of shopping carts and brought it home.

There were three toilets in that house. The next morning, we found out that three was not enough. Everyone had a case of the runs. We tried to chalk it up to whatever we had eaten the night before, because we still had a lot of "Fort" left, but after four or five days of continued experimentation, there was no denying it. Fort gives you the Shakespeares.

A year later, I came down with a ferocious case of colitis which I left untreated for a month, and truly, my bowels have never been the same since. This may or may not be fair, but I have always blamed that week with the Old Fort Schuyler beer for my troubles.

Everything has its price.

Sounds kind of like our college go-to, the tactfully misnamed Milwaukee's Best, which spawned the phrase, "When you ain't Shakespearetin' right, you've just had Milwaukee's Best Light."

This article was promising until I found out that Sandy is a dude.

and yes I am using ZUG to steal banwidth

I gotta lay off the Thunderbird. I swear I'm seeing weather charts up in here.

Cool!

Long time no see you Frosters. (HI!)

I drank rice wine many years ago, bought from a proper Chinese shop, and it came in small plastic bags. That's hardcore.

And yes it ripped me right off my little 16 year old titties.

I still have some Soju someone brought me from Korea. It comes in these small, juice-box sized boxes. I could drink it on the bus and nobody would have any idea apart from the smell and the look on my face from the vile drink.

and the piss-stained trousers, puke dribbled shirt and wild roving eyes didn't blow your cover....? Wino.