I’ve always hated “Jungle Juice”, it’s a stupid name and usually it tastes awful. Some kids are having a party so they dump every bad liquor they have on hand and throw some kind of fruity juice in with it so it tastes like apple pucker, mixed with turpentine, mixed with moldy apple juice and rotten fruit.
However, this isn’t one of those cases. I actually have gone as far as to correct people that this is not jungle juice, but rather a tasty alcoholic punch.
What is now referred to as Blackout punch originally started out as “Mickey’s Fun Punch”. (I have no idea who Mickey is and I’m not sure that any of the other guys do either.) I believe it was brought to TB’s family once and it made them lose feeling in their feet (A rather frequent happening, as we would later find out.)
Fast forward a few years. TB finds the recipe written down and we decide to try it. This is when the wonderful stuff would change our lives forever.
Warning: We are not responsible for what happens if you try this.
So we decided to finally try it one night. We got all excited to make it and honestly, making it is half of the fun. We decided to put some fruits in it so we could eat them when we got drunk (Including a whole banana. I don’t know why, but it was funny at the time. Still is.)
I remember about an hour and a half of that night. Somewhat from the alcohol, but also because it was like 4 years ago. I do remember the first thing you realize is that you can’t feel your feet though.
I’ve been subject to brown outs ever since I started to drink, but rarely ever actually blacked out. Well, this night changed that. We were all sitting at TB’s parent’s table and we all blacked out and had no idea what the hell we did the night before. So naturally, we took to our phones to see of we had posted any clues.
We did.
Weakland had apparently fallen asleep on the table and I took a picture with my tongue out. I have never ever once done that, so the punch must turn me into Miley Cyrus. I’m sure there’s more, but you know, I’m really just too lazy to look.
Anyways, after that night we started to refer to it as blackout punch, a name that we would learn was more fitting each time we drank it. We also had decided we would share our concoction with our friends to see if they’d have the same reaction.
Spoiler alert: They did.
The next time we made it, we decided to add more. It started with the original concoction and we added some stuff, then as the night went on we added more and more. I had tried to put the rest of the recipe before I passed out that night I guess, but I gave up.
What I can tell you that when I make it now, I add sunny D for a bit of tanginess. I also keep a bottle of 100 proof soco and another big jug of sunny D to add when it’s about 3/4 of the way down. It really will knock you on your ass.
This new version has caused such things as:
- Someone stole french fries from someone, flipped them the double bird, then left the bar.
- Someone was found sleeping in their truck in winter after they left the bar, with no recollection of how they got there.
- Someone trying to pour someone a glass by picking up the entire thing, then dumping the fruit all over a kitchen.
- Someone came to on the dance floor of a bar and didn’t realize they even left the house.
*Names have been redacted to protect the people involved
While admittedly, I’m not the drinker that I once was, I still enjoy a cup of this concoction from time to time. I make it for when we have get togethers at the house, but not 5+ gallons like we used to. I also may mislead people into how drunk it’ll get them. But finding out on your own is part of the fun!
So in closing, this stuff is great, but also very wicked. So if you decide to try it, (Which I do recommend) maybe handcuff yourself to a chair or have a friend to keep a watchful eye so you don’t do anything too stupid.
Goin' Overboard! 