The roast is strong with this pea.
Drunk Kids.

As a child in Africa, I remember that we had to boil all our drinking water, this was to protect against water-borne parasites. Often the water was stored in used spirits bottles. This was I suppose because the spirits would have guaranteed a sterile bottle in the first place. With 20-20 hindsight and as a parent now I can only hope this practice has ended – read on MacDuff.
My mother and I were visiting some friends of hers, I forget the names but lets call them the Junipers. There was Mr & Mrs Juniper and their 2 sons Potato and Rye-Mash. The boys were about 4 and 6 while I was the eldest child at 7. After our arrival we ran around, teased each other and all the other things 3 young boys do as a gaggle.
The day wore on and while the adults were talking we asked if we could get a drink. No parent felt so inclined to get up so we were sent inside to refresh ourselves. We decided on orange juice (back then many things were not always available so you got what you could when you could). We poured oj’s with what we thought was 2 thirds water to orange, out of a cold Absolut bottle. Yeah shure it tasted funny, but... Half an hour later and a couple of very stiff screwdrivers each we staggered out the kitchen door to the accompaniment of wails and gnashing of teeth. Those poor Junipers – vodka let alone Absolut must have been hard to come by, we had to queue to get coke and we had polished the entire bottle in one short sitting and falling over! I don’t know if any blame was apportioned but I never saw Hops and Sour-Mash (or whatever) again.
I can remember the drive home – the first time I felt sick after getting shitfaced, though not the last by a long shot! So that was in a defining moment, when I began my correspondence with liquor. I think the moral of the story is – don’t store anything other than alcohol in alcohol bottles, oh and store your vodka in the freezer.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Mon 18 Feb 2013, 4:42, 1 reply)

On a similar note...
A hot day in Brazil... At the end of a long drive, we're unpacking the cars, and my mother-in-law grabs a water bottle and takes a large swig. At which point she starts trying to indicate, using the universal language of staggering around and gasping, that her son really should have labelled the bottle in which he kept his emergency supply of raw wood alcohol for his bio-fuelled car...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Mon 18 Feb 2013, 9:01, closed)