Forever blowing bubbles
(Disclaimed - technically I drank it, but who cares)


Some years ago I was spending the night around my friend A's house, with mutual friends BP, BC and K. Being sixteen at the time, the height of humour was considered to be tricking one of the others into drinking washing up liquid. This was made easier because we all had our own glass for the weekend (to save us having to clean them). After BP fell for the "quarter inch of washing up liquid left in the bottom" trick, the rest of us became more wary. Nobody else fell for it until the following morning.

I bounded stumbled down the stairs like the walking dead and into the kitchen for some fanta. I picked up my glass... and realised I was the focus of undue attention. I took a sniff. "Washing up liquid!" "You bastards won't get me so easily" I swore. I substituted my befouled glass for a clean one and poured in the last of the fanta before taking an almighty swig.

As I swallowed it, I saw the my friends were still studying me. "Hmm" I thought. "This tastes rather... GAAAAAAAAAAH"

Fanta? No. 1:1 mix of fanta and washing up liquid? Yes. You know the feeling after drinking really strong, rough booze? As though the back of your throat is on fire? Well, it felt like that multiplied by a thousand. For four hours absolutely everything tasted of washing up liquid.

I wouldn't recommend it.
( MatJ LOOK, Thu 26 May 2011, 16:09, 1 reply)

Doesn't that stuff have formaldehyde in it?

( Bats, Fri 27 May 2011, 4:58, closed)