Neither me nor eaten, but...
...my medium clever flatmate took the biscuit for a special drink back in the 90s.

On some warm, beautiful day in june he bought a pack of grapefruit juice. He even drank a glass of it. Yuck! The very thought makes me cringe.


The really nasty part was yet to come. After drinking a glass full of that acid, he put the container not into the fridge but on top of it.

The next day he threw away all his food except for the juice, grabbed all his few brains and his girlfriend and mounted a plane to australia. We had a particularly hot summer for 6 weeks and all was very peaceful. We enjoyed ourselves as never before since that dick was as far away as possible.
Even the juice on top of the fridge relaxed in the heat; certainly somebody would have thrown it away if it had moved or spoken to us. Which it didn't.

He returned on one of the last hot days of august. When entering the flat, he was very busy bragging about his heavy luggage, the heat and his thirst. Oh yeah damn, he had thrown away all his food instead of offering it to his flatmates.
But wait! What's that on top of the fridge? "Oh right! MY GRAPEFRUIT JUICE!" exclaimed he and took it from the fridge.
So he remembered it. He couldn't seriously think about drinking it? He could. Directly from the container. He lifted it to his dried-up lips awaiting refreshment - but it didn't pour. What was he thinking when the "juice" refused to leave its tetrapak home?
Apparently nothing. Some evil demon in him told him NOT TO SURRENDER SO CLOSE TO HIS AIM.

So he pushed the container. Still no juice. Still with the nozzle on his lips, he pushed harder until THE SUBSTANCE came out. It wasn't really liquid any more; this could clearly be seen when he spat it on the kitchen floor, surrounded by a cloud of mould. That taught him!
(timbolator successfully hiding from the authorities on, Mon 30 May 2011, 13:43, Reply)