Unlikely Drink Concoctions (Mixed Drinks That Make You Hurl) [by request]

OK, I disclaim all responsibility for the title or content of this thread. porcupine made me do it, and I can’t refuse a request from a fellow spiny critter.

That said, here are some mixed drinks that should not be:

– Vodka, grape Kool-Aid, and beet juice.

– Wild Irish Rose and Coke.

– Bailey’s, Royal Dutch Advocaat, and orange liqueur, or anything else remotely acidic. (I tried this when I was dating a guy who ran a bar, and we were trying out different combinations of shots in an attempt to spice up the mixed drink menu. My own contribution to this effort was to make up Beatle-themed names for everything. After choking one of these down, I christened it “Yellow Matter Custard Dripping From A Dead Dog’s Eye.” Let it suffice to say that it did not appear on the menu.)

Are there any other particularly vile combinations out there?

There was one, once on Webtender where I typed in coffee and vodka.

Have you ever tried half hot coffee and half vodka (neat)? Jesus Christ, even I couldn’t do that after three sips. . .

Tripler
It’s gotta be hot coffee, according to the recipe (even tho the recipe is gone).

Yoo-hoo and Southern Comfort
You have to be REALLY drunk to try it.

Relatively simple but painful:

Gorilla Fart (composed of equal parts Wild Turkey and 151). Tastes just like it sounds.

Rye and milk. Hurl-inducing to roomies the day after.

A roomie and I had Malibu and Grape Kool-Aid. It didn’t make me barf until after.

I thought this up in college,but didn’t have the guts to try it.

The “Pile Driver”:50% Everclear,50% prune juice. :eek:

I knew girl who would drink her own version of Black & Tan. Equal parts birch beer and Coors Light.

Your “Yellow Matter Custard” sounds like a Cement Mixer.

That’s funny. The first thing I thought of was the Cement Mixer.

Carrot cake!
I don’t know what is in it but it gets those little globby things in it like it should have pulp.
Not a bad drink except for the texture.
The Brain is another one.

The Hairy Buffalo as served by the 44 Bar, somewhere in lonesome Montana.

You only were allowed one.
You couldn’t have it until closing time.
The bartender bought it for you.

The recipe?

Simple, the overspill on the bar mat, carefully decanted into a shot glass.

My Navy ROTC suitemate in Russia came up with a lovely concoction, which he christened Chernobyl. It involved nasty cheapo Soviet vodka, blue curacao, and Soviet-made knockoff Tang. It was a terrifying share of radioactive green, but he drank it anyway.

Pink lemonade and vodka. I’m pretty sure it was the one time I was actually able to puke on the ceiling.

I spent the next morning on the front of a bass boat chasing ducks only to watch them submerge shortly before my outstretched are grabbed for them.

Result? More puke. Much much more puke.

How in the hell do you meet a US Navy ROTC suitemate from Russia, and how does his drink glow?

Do you really trust them Commie pinkos?

Tripler
Shit, some of my best vodka came through Kuwait via them Commie bastards.

He wasn’t from Russia, he was in Russia. Big difference (he was quite American, if somewhat of a nutcase; he was a comp sci/Russian major who had taught himself Farsi for fun. I hate to think what he’s up to these days). Plus I’m suire he got debriefed like crazy when he got back.

Eva Luna, you found this thread by searching for “beet juice”, didn’t you?

Reeks of a pure Communist to me. :smiley:

Tripler
Anyone who teaches themself Farsi for fun deserves a background investigation.

There’s one in my bartender’s guide called an “Octopus’s Garden,” which features a smoked baby octopus.

My friend came up with “Dog Dew,” which was equal parts Mad Dog (MD 20/20) and Mountain Dew. That was pretty vile.

I knew a guy in college who hadn’t let stomach problems stop him from drinking. He’d mix milk of magnesia and vodka, and call it a Phillips Screwdriver.

Haven’t heard much about him lately…

A vegan friend of mine once mixed me up a vegan white russian (think vodka + soy milk) that remains to date the single most hurl-inducing drink ever. Even as my first drink of the evening, one good sip made me almost lose it.