A mixture of Everclear and cheap gas-station punch and fruit bunch flavored gatorade and red bull. It is a leathal drink that will make wanna sleep but the large amount of sugar and red bull makes it impossible to blink let alone sleep. This believed to be what the spartans drank while in combat. It is potent enough to wake the dead, but tasteful enough to drink without chaser. (do not comsume this product while driving an automobile or operating machinery, it's also best not to have a any plans the following day after consumption do to grouchiness, headache, mental fatigue, waking up next to midgits and or losing car keys)
1. Rod won't leave me alone about the bunch punch, i can't possibly drink anymore.
2. J.B. is passed the fuck out, he shoulda put down the beer and drank bunch punch with us. He's so not a postgamer.
3. I can't find my fucking car keys and why is this midgit following me around, damn bunch punch again.
2. J.B. is passed the fuck out, he shoulda put down the beer and drank bunch punch with us. He's so not a postgamer.
3. I can't find my fucking car keys and why is this midgit following me around, damn bunch punch again.
by justin gibbons April 6, 2008
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A prestigious, invitation-only “secret society” founded in 2007 by the enigmatic DPBMFCEO (Donkey Punch Bunch Mother-Fucking Chief Executive Officer).*
Born as an inside joke but elevated—through questionable decision-making and sheer commitment—into a full-blown illuminati-parody brotherhood, the Donkey Punch Bunch prides itself on absolute secrecy: No one talks about it, no one admits they’re in it, and no one is entirely sure what they actually do.
Members claim the organization exists to “preserve balance in the universe,” though outsiders suspect it’s mostly an excuse for overly elaborate handshakes, poorly planned rituals, and extremely serious meetings about things that should never be taken that seriously.
Despite the questionable name, the DPB operates with the dignity of a centuries-old aristocratic order—if that order had been founded by sleep-deprived geniuses with too much free time and an unshakable sense of humor.
In short:
A classy, clandestine society with zero purpose, maximum mystery, and a founder who took a joke too far and accidentally created a legend.
A prestigious, invitation-only “secret society” founded in 2007 by the enigmatic DPBMFCEO (Donkey Punch Bunch Mother-Fucking Chief Executive Officer).*
Born as an inside joke but elevated—through questionable decision-making and sheer commitment—into a full-blown illuminati-parody brotherhood, the Donkey Punch Bunch prides itself on absolute secrecy: No one talks about it, no one admits they’re in it, and no one is entirely sure what they actually do.
Members claim the organization exists to “preserve balance in the universe,” though outsiders suspect it’s mostly an excuse for overly elaborate handshakes, poorly planned rituals, and extremely serious meetings about things that should never be taken that seriously.
Despite the questionable name, the DPB operates with the dignity of a centuries-old aristocratic order—if that order had been founded by sleep-deprived geniuses with too much free time and an unshakable sense of humor.
In short:
A classy, clandestine society with zero purpose, maximum mystery, and a founder who took a joke too far and accidentally created a legend.
“If the Donkey Punch Bunch were real — which it obviously isn’t — I still wouldn’t have the clearance level to explain it.”
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