Brown Sugar
No, sadly this post has nothing to do with the Rolling Stones. It started at College, where most of my embarrassing stories start.

There was a College cafe in which the assorted student detritus would assemble when we didn't have lectures (and sometimes when we did, because we were 'rebels without a cause' at that age.) I used to while the time away, mainly because I lived 40 miles away from campus and couldn't just pop home for lunch like most.

My friends and I were bored. We had brought in a toaster the previous week, and it had been confiscated. Some idiot had bought £10 worth of jukebox credit and used it to inflict the Crazy Frog song on the whole establishment, resulting in the cafe staff disconnecting the machine. Nobody had a laptop or even a pack of cards and nobody could be bothered to traipse down to the shops.

Bored and possible high from eating the free packets of sugar supplied for coffees, an idea suddenly hit me. Not a good one, mind.

"Who bets I can snort this pack of sugar?" I piped up, waving one of the packets around.

"50p says you can't," said my mate Tom. Everyone else shrugged; they had run out of worthy cash. This was a pretty shite amount. Suddenly I realised I could probably get a cookie for 40p. "You're on!"

Now people started to get interested. Where they had one thought I was a nutter, they now had incontestible proof. I laid down a dog-eared copy of the NME (the place was littered with them), ripped the top off of the sachet and poured it in a straight line across the paper. I closed my nostril. I leant over...Someone laughed feebly.

I did it, to be fair, and it was a big mistake. In hindsight, I wish I'd had the sense to use white sugar. Brown sugar has big granules. It also goes a bit syrupy. I had a double English Lang lecture straight after this, and I had to sit through it with some kind of horrid syrupy, scratchy residue in the back of my nose and throat. I was coughing up little brown lumps, sneezing so hard my eyes were running, cutting my throat whenever I swallowed...it was agony. Plus Tom didn't give me my 50p.

Luckily, it turned out that my sinuses were generally saved from lasting damage when I woke up the next morning to find the sugary gunk had dissapated. And Tom turned out to be a very close friend of my boyfriend, who made him give me to 50p. Result.

Length? An A4 mag page's worth.
(theneet began to cut her hair and long for balls, Sat 9 May 2009, 20:01, 1 reply)

I used to make this bet often
But instead of snorting it, you blow it into your lap. It looks totally convincing. I managed to get someone to snort up a line of pepper for real and nearly burn out his sinuses. (In my defence, I was about 13 at the time)
( flatfrog Staring vacantly into space, Sun 10 May 2009, 13:58, closed)