"Give you a fiver if you have a shot of petrol, Cable."
So we're out celebrating a mates 18th birthday last year and by about 1 in the morning we're all plastered, slurring our words and hugging each other like we were Greek lovers.

I'd been drinking more heavily than normal as I found the place we were in sold absinthe so I was pretty much on it all night and was rather gone.

As we were getting ready to leave someone pipes up "Cable, I'll give you a fiver if you drink these shots of petrol!" Now me being me (a very silly person) accepts this manly challenge of drinking and turns my attention to the challenge-issuer. Sat on the bar were five shots of petrol. How the hell they got there I don't know. My guess is someone either went and siphoned the stuff out their car or bought it from the petrol station round the corner.

Taking a seat at the bar I clap my hands together and begin the challenge. From what I can remember, petrol tastes fcuking horrible. It burnt the back of my throat and the after-taste wasn't anything to celebrate about. Being manly however, I neck the remaining four shots and prompty stand up triumphantly.

And rapidly fall over.

Now this is where the memory loss starts and I've had to piece together what I've been told. I apparently stumbled to my feet and started slurring so badly no one would understand what I was saying. I kept falling over so some kind soul had put me in the recovery position and they left me there whilst everyone finished their last drinks.

It was then decided that I'd be helped home by one of my mates and I was promptly pulled to my feet and dragged home. Along the way my actions included, but where not limited too: Trying to put wheelie-bins on car roof's, struggling to run away to Albania, and assaulting my mate. When we reached home I was slung on the sofa giggling like a little girl and left to my own devices.

I woke up at around 8am. I looked down at myself and saw my entire t-shirt was drenched in my own vomit. I haphazardly stood up and found that my puke extended all over my jeans, the rear side of my t-shirt and a great deal of the sofa. I was feeling fine though, so I filled a jug up with warm, soapy water and cleaned up my mess and then took myself off to bed.

I woke at around 3pm with the worst hangover in the entire world. It felt like my head was being repeatedly cloven in two by an axe and it was hell. My mum found it hilarious (not knowing that her first-born had been ingesting petrol) and started reciting various M&S food adverts. Which made me rush to the toilet to hurl my guts out.

For about a week I was violently ill with a terrific headache and hourly bouts of sickness, not to mention not being able to recall much that had happened in the past month. So yea, drinking petrol is my most dumbest moment :D

Sorry for the length - its about 2 miles walk from pub to my house.
(CableDolt is on the mind of a girl near you on, Tue 1 Jan 2008, 15:11, 9 replies)

yum
benzene....
(sailorspoon started wiping his own arse from, Tue 1 Jan 2008, 15:18, closed)

wait
what? That's got to be unhealthy. Damned irresponsible too.

Not that i wouldn't, if challenged... but that's got to damage your health considerably.
(Schumann makes awesome quiches., Tue 1 Jan 2008, 18:23, closed)

Exactly
How the hell are you still alive???
( Greenbat, Tue 1 Jan 2008, 19:07, closed)

Death
Damn right its not healthy, which is probably the reason I was hugging the toilet for a week.

As for why I'm still alive, drinking petrol isn't very bright but if memory serves there was a thing in one of the rags about some guy being banned from the local petrol station for drinking litres of it at a time, so I guess you need to have a fair amount of the stuff before it offs you :P

Not that I recommend anyone trying it.
(CableDolt is on the mind of a girl near you on, Tue 1 Jan 2008, 19:16, closed)

I don't know about drinking it....
but in some areas of Australia (outbackish places with almost exclusively aborigional people living there) petrol is banned and all the cars run on aviation fuel. This is supposed to stop the abo's sniffing it, but in reality they just sniff the aviation fuel too.

You can sell petrol for $250 for a 1.25Lt coke bottle in some places.

crazy, no?
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Wed 2 Jan 2008, 2:06, closed)

Wow
You sound like a retard.
( gareth_alien will be human again at, Wed 2 Jan 2008, 9:14, closed)

I was
about to call bollocks on this post until I read this:

"Petrol is not particularly toxic and accidental poisoning is very rare. However, if petrol is swallowed, medical advice should be obtained immediately as there is a risk of lung damage if vomiting occurs resulting in droplets of petrol being inhaled."

Good God! You get a click for rampant stupidity, but you did that for A FIVER?! What the hell would you do for a tenner?
(MrC. Having the most boring username on b3ta since 2004, Wed 2 Jan 2008, 9:54, closed)

For the complete stupidity
Of ingesting that for £5 *clicks*
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Wed 2 Jan 2008, 15:54, closed)

sorry but
you're an idiot, and your mates obviously don't like you if they dumped you at home instead of possibly seeking help at a hospital, given how you changed so quickly.
( Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous, Wed 2 Jan 2008, 17:15, closed)