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Food, Drink & Dining Out Tales about nights on the Goon

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On the night before valentines day, me and my then girlfriend (you'll understand at the end of this story) decided to pop into a little house party

To my amazement, Goon everywhere, While i did not buy any alcohol because i did not want to get drunk, soon my power of will was broken by the game goon of fortune (if you have not heard of it, your obviously an illegal immigrant and Geeet oooouutttt), after kicking everyones ass at that we walked down to the mcdonalds and got us some cheap ass cheeseburgers( got the girlfriend 2, ****ing husband me now), fast forward 4 hours of no memory, i wake up on a couch. girlfriend incredibly shitty at me.
 
On the night before valentines day, me and my then girlfriend (you'll understand at the end of this story) decided to pop into a little house party
Nah. Just dribble.
Goon demands commitment which you obviously lack.
Dont drink goon. But demand that your mates give you that nickname.
It'll be more ironic than the wedding day you will never have.
 
I was never an aficionado of the goon, but my younger brother loved it. He and his four mates chose Fruity Lexia as their poison. It was known as the "Four Litres O' Fun". I'm quite sure it's grape juice and antifreeze.

They destroyed the dream for themselves by deciding to drink 100 boxes one summer. I think they forced the last 25 down.
 
The ol' goon bag. Don't know where to start for this one. Being a poverty stricken student doesn't help your cause when it comes to purchasing drinks, and these days goon is seen as a last resort to help send me on a mystical journey, that only a little grape vine can foresee.

Ahh the memories... wait. :o
 
Ah, the ol' death box. My liver still quivers at the memory of a 5lt Berri goon sack we polished off one night. Spent the next two days on the couch with a wet tea-towel over my eyes. Upon becoming mobile again, I discovered someone had thrown up in my Blunderstones.
 
During my mid semester 'break', at a university field camp on the last night i ripped into about 10 beers, then decided to skull the rest of someone else's goon (~500ml) while having the whole camp egg me on.

I dont remember anything about 10 minutes after that, and woke up still very tipsy trying to piece together the night before.

Iv'e been told that i rejected the advances of some chick, so i already hate my drunk self.
 

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Although I've consumed my fair share of goon (I prefer to call it 'goon juice' but don't want to get into a petty argument about what its 'real name' is) over the past three years, I don't really have any stories to share because my memory tends to cut out for some reason.

However, a mate of mine from uni and his housemate decided to spend a day last week attempting to polish off one 4l cask of goon each. They had even decided to order pizza in advance for 5pm so that when the buzzer rang to say 'Pizza guy here', in their drunken state they'd be like 'Oh yeah, pizza. Awesome!'. I would have loved to have partaken in the indulgence but was out of town on the day they had planned their Day of Goon.

I called the guy when I got back into the city to arrange a meeting for our group assignment. Couldn't get hold of him but he had sent an email to arrange a meeting anyway so it worked out okay.

When we caught up I asked him how the Day of Goon had gone. He said he didn't finish the box, but got about one cup away from the feat. I asked him what time he 'fell asleep' (an inevitable outcome after a day on the goon) and he said about 7pm. I then asked him why he wasn't anwering his phone and he said that's because he didn't have one anymore: both he and his housemate had apparently decided to throw their phones over the balcony at some point during the Day of Goon.

Funny what that stuff does to you. Can't be healthy over the long run. Shame beer and spirits are so expensive in this country.
 
I only have one memory of goon.

It involves thinking I could drink it as quickly as I drank beer.

There's not much else to be said about the story. I feel that's because there's no memory of it. Yes, I'm pretty certain that's why.
 

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First time I drank goon I ended up on the roof near a local snooker parlour. 13 or so years old. Good times.

In my later years started mixing 3 parts goon to one part beer. Named it paradise drink. Tastes exactly like cider only more potent.
 
I have a Macedonian uncle (marriage relation, not by blood) who has Goon as the only alcoholic drink he has. All of us watching sport will be sitting around with beer/pre-mixed drinks/spirits, he will be the only one with Goon.

He is a goon consuming machine. He puts all these teenyboppers at parties nowadays to shame. Never seen him drunk either. If I make Coffee for everyone in the house, he'll always say "Wait half an hour, I need to have my wine first." I'm not even sure this man knows what alcoholic beverages are what. When my family friend in his mid-80's was still alive, they'd sit in the corner and drink Goon, yell about the declining nature of 'the World Game' and play some obscure Italian card game that even my Nonna couldn't even understand, leading us to believe they were just making the shit up as they were going along.

Goon maybe bad, but it's not Rakia. Goddamn, I can't remember half of Year 12 camp at the start of the year. I'm pretty sure the bathroom in the cabin needs another paint job because of that stuff.
 

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