Sweet sticky death
Many years ago while at college and slightly drunk at a party i decided to play the odd game with some friends. Most involved drinking but the last one I played was to eat a whole jar of the first thing you pull out of the cupboard. My friends got Jam, marmite, pickled onions and I got the peanut butter.

On the shout of go shovelling it in to my mouth with a spoon as fast as I can. Unfortunately fueled on alcohol and barely swallowing before adding more I slowly come to realize I can't breathe. Peanut butter lodged in my throat causing my head to pulse and I black out.

I woke up smelling awful with concerned drunk people all holding bottles and looking like hell. Apparently noticing my distress (Hitting the floor dribbling peanut butter) someone comes to my aid by scooping the goo out of my mouth with his fingers and the using milk as a rinse to clear my throat. Everyone chips in to help with milk being poured in to my mouth until they assumed it was clear and I was breathing normally.

Unfortunately I appeared to stop breathing again so they all huddled in closer to check on me.

That's when peanut buttermilk was projected from my stomach at the speed of sound on to them.

Moral: Never play drinking games which involve food.
(kentmoron, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 19:06, 2 replies)

Now
thats good! Cheers!
( SpankyHanky, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 19:25, closed)

I'm surprised the Marmite buddy didn't die
from salt poisoning though.....
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Fri 13 Feb 2009, 20:03, closed)