I recall this guy was quite the party crasher. Oh, he tried to fake everyone out by bringing his own beverage but he was basically just another destructive hooligan on the prowl. If Jonestown taught us anything it was to avoid nut jobs bearing Kool-Aid.

This bastard is not welcome at my house until he fixes the wall he knocked a frickin' hole in...

Smashes shite and then gives me ghetto-beverage. I need a gun.

I have always wondered how an anthropomorphic pitcher of glass filled with Kool-Aid was able to smash through brick walls without shattering. I couldn't resist. I tried filling Mom's glass pitcher with Kool-Aid when I was younger and threw it right into the brick siding of our house. It didn't phase the bricks one bit, but Kool-Aid Man was shattered and no more. And I got my bottom spanked because of it.

Haven't seen that much of him since he moved down to Guyana. Hmmm.....

OH YEAH!

What could be better than a big pitcher of liquid smashing through walls to come to the rescue of the thirsty....

Well, for one thing, he could change his name to Margarita Man, and help out thirsty adults.

I did admire his wanton destruction of schoolroom walls and such...Essentially, a hedonistic, anarchist, anthropomorphic pitcher of Kool Aid ( and yes, the fact that he was red was no coincidence) ended the endless thirst inducing drudgery confronted by the children of the proletariat by bursting through the establishment's institutions and knocking them down...

he is rather scary if you ask me. big pitcher of koolaid running around doesn't really seem all that great nor kid friendly.