Custard and coco pops
Went on holidays with a friend to a small beach community several hours north of Perth called Coral Bay. This place is flocked to every summer by hundreds of 14 year olds who sleep in tents as there are basically no houses asside from those on the only street in the area; in which my friend and I had been lucky enough to stay.

Being atleast 2 years older than almost the entire population of the area which at that age makes quite a difference meant that it was hard to find people to hang out with. They tended to stick to their insular little groups, however we found a common passion amongst both our age groups; weed. I hadn't really tried alot of the stuff at the time only brief experiments and I think the same was true of my friend. One night we snuck back to the house around 1 am and I was complaining about how the weed hadn't seemed to work until suddenly I was really REALLY hungry, and this fact along with everything else around me was really REALLY funny.

So in this state we came up with the greatest culinary delight ever conceived by man, it was going to a taste sensation talked about for years, as it happened - it was. In the cupboard of this place, which is left uninhabitated for half the year; there were some coco-pops and in the fridge, a bottle of ready-made custard, magic!

Tucking into the delcious conconction we grinned at each other giggling at our genius. Not quite getting the full effect of the flavour I had been expecting, I began taking bigger mouthfuls, it was pretty good but still there was something about it that just wasn't quite like I expeceted. So, bigger mouthfuls still, more giggling and smug grinning (twas a fabulous idea) not a word spoken amongst gobbling. Finally the flavour came through fully, it took a few more bites after I discovered that it tasted foul before I decided to stop eating it. The giggling stopped, we both realised at about approximately the same time that this wasn't right, I believe I asked something along the lines of "does your's taste funny too?" before the aftertaste kicked in and I knew for certain the custard had definitely gone bad.

I was in flavour hell, in my head I screamed to Bhudda, Yahweh, Jesus ANYONE, make the tasting STOP! When it finally did, there was still the residual psychological effect of feeling like one was tasting it for days after. For some reason also, I was certain that it tasted like themaldahyde, I've never tasted the stuff before but at the time I seemed quite certain that's what it tasted like. Rancid custard and coco-pops, don't believe the hype kids.
(StumpsForArms&NoEyebrows, Wed 23 May 2007, 8:04, Reply)