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So, I get up in the middle of the night last night, really thirsty. I stumble blindly to the fridge, and see a half consumed Gatorade. Perfect, I thought, I didn't have to open a new one of Bullet's (he lives on the stuff) and it's cold, and will do the job.

I uncap it, it's fierce grape or some such thing, and I take a couple huge gulps. Re-cap, put the bottle back in the fridge, turn around to stumble back to bed, when I notice an odd, yet somewhat familiar feeling coming over me.

What is that??? Oh...yeah...I get it....I'm about to hurl.

Bullet had bought a Gatorade the night before, and taken it with him to the clubhouse, where he added vodka and cherry pucker to his bottle. I never thought twice about there might be booze in the bottle, and my body rejected it instantly.

I went back to bed, whacked Bullet in the back of the head, whereupon he woke up and said "What the **** was that for???" I said, "Next time you put booze in a bottle of Gatorade, and don't warn me, I will PURPOSELY not make it to the bathroom and YOU can clean it up!!

If I ever thought of going back to the booze (no, it has NOT occurred to me) that is shot right to hell. What an awful feeling. Blech.

Bummer!

I understand vegans react the same way to the ingestion of meat.

Yucko BR !!! Someone gave me a ciggie at my Dad's funeral and I took it without thinking and had one small puff. I gave up smoking years ago. I threw up instantly and could taste it for days. Oh Man !!!!

I can vouch for the veggieheads.... years ago I laid off eating meat for like a year.. then one day.. that burger looked sooooooooooo good.. all greasy and cheesey...

tasted wicked delish on the way down...

errrrr.. I think that is enuff detail.... bleeeeeeeechhhhhhhh

Hmmmm... (Val holding hands in air, palms up... weighing...)



Nope, sorry, can't say anything about THIS post. No siree Bob.



Wait, who's Bob?



(Insert obligatory smilies here)

BabyRider wrote: So, I get up in the middle of the night last night, really thirsty. I stumble blindly to the fridge, and see a half consumed Gatorade. Perfect, I thought, I didn't have to open a new one of Bullet's (he lives on the stuff) and it's cold, and will do the job.

I uncap it, it's fierce grape or some such thing, and I take a couple huge gulps. Re-cap, put the bottle back in the fridge, turn around to stumble back to bed, when I notice an odd, yet somewhat familiar feeling coming over me.

What is that??? Oh...yeah...I get it....I'm about to hurl.

Bullet had bought a Gatorade the night before, and taken it with him to the clubhouse, where he added vodka and cherry pucker to his bottle. I never thought twice about there might be booze in the bottle, and my body rejected it instantly.

I went back to bed, whacked Bullet in the back of the head, whereupon he woke up and said "What the **** was that for???" I said, "Next time you put booze in a bottle of Gatorade, and don't warn me, I will PURPOSELY not make it to the bathroom and YOU can clean it up!!

If I ever thought of going back to the booze (no, it has NOT occurred to me) that is shot right to hell. What an awful feeling. Blech.




:wah: At least it wasnt Wild Turkey

Nomad wrote: :wah: At least it wasnt Wild Turkey
Actually, I wish it HAD been Wild Turkey...at least then I would have smelled it before I guzzled it!!

When I get the urge thats what I think about, the smell. ugghhh