One morning I woke up at half seven
(as you do when you're six years old) and managed to climb over taps and dishwashers to where the goodies were stored. I nearly fell over with glee when i saw not one, but two tubes of pringles (Sour Cream and Onion, if you must know.) I scoffed the lot in world-record time (possibly because no-one else has ever eaten two tubes of pringles in a row) and waited until my father came down in his dressing gown to send the half-digested crisps back up my oesophagus and out my mouth. Now imagine my father's surprise on seeing his son apparently vomiting litres of pus. So I was brought to hospital, and in the absence of anything really being wrong with me, was sent home with a very stressed father in tow. I never did tell my parents about those pringles.
(Sir Tomalot: Don't look at my profile, you'll go blind, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 17:42, Reply)