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Someone I went to school with did that with someone else's vomit in Wetherspoons. This woman threw up into his pint and he took a swig mid-conversation without looking.
 

Mr. Tea

Shub-Niggurath, Please
*shudder*

It's one of those things it's bad enough watching someone else do. I remember a mate doing it with a can he'd been spitting and ashing joints and cigs into all night just before he went to bed and nearly throwing up on the spot.
Well if you end up being your own victim in that way then it takes on an element of tragi-comedy, I would say.
 

Mr. Tea

Shub-Niggurath, Please
Someone I went to school with did that with someone else's vomit in Wetherspoons. This woman threw up into his pint and he took a swig mid-conversation without looking.
Yeesh. Reminds me of the death of one of Spinal Tap's many drummers, who choked to death on someone else's vomit.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
I'm sure we've all, at some point, taken a swig from a half-full beer can that some cunt has decided to use as an ashtray. It's pretty much a rite of passage. A secular, Western equivalent of circumcision, or that thing that tribe in Africa do with those terrible stinging ants.
Bullet ants are in South America aren't they?
I was cutting my toenails once and put them all in a beer bottle that it turned out my housemate was still drinking from - he wasn't best pleased about it.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
The bullet ant's sting is currently the highest on Schmidt's sting pain index, at 4.0+. According to Justin O. Schmidt he described the pain like ”Walking over flaming charcoal with three inches of nails embedded in your heel". Some victims compared the pain to that of being shot, hence the name of the insect. It is described as causing "waves of burning, throbbing, all-consuming pain that continues unabated for up to 24 hours". 6Lymphadenopathy, edema, tachycardia and fresh blood appearing in human victim feces are common symptoms. Poneratoxin, a paralyzing neurotoxic peptide isolated from the venom, affects voltage-dependent sodium ion channels and blocks the synaptic transmission in the central nervous system. It is being investigated for possible medical applications.
The Sateré-Mawé people of Brazil use intentional bullet ant stings as part of their initiation rites to become warriors. The ants are first rendered unconscious by submerging them in a natural sedative, and then 80 of them are woven into gloves made of leaves (which resembles a large oven mitt), stingers facing inward. When the ants regain consciousness, a boy slips the gloves onto his hands. The goal of this initiation rite is to keep the glove on for 10 minutes. When finished, the boy's hand and part of his arm are temporarily paralyzed because of the ant venom, and he may shake uncontrollably for days. The only "protection" provided is a coating of charcoal on the hands, supposedly to confuse the ants and inhibit their stinging. To fully complete the initiation, however, the boys must go through the ordeal 20 times over the course of several months or even years.
I would definitely flee the village before I did that.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
But I do have four Erdinger and a bottle of red lined up.... thing is I'd been good for a few days but yesterday GF nipped out to meet her friend for a walk - like an evening constitutional or a promenade or something, saying that no bars are open and if she went to his house they might get drunk so a quick walk was the solution - and she rolled in totally fucked at 1pm today, so why should I bother?
 

constant escape

winter withered, warm
Any time you host a lads session you wake up the next day to find beer cans everywhere. Legends! You think to yourself, look how many beers we've done. Then you start cleaning up and realise they're all half full. The really pleasurable bit of drinking beer is opening beer. Hearing that hiss.
Reads like a post from that GPT bot reddit where they're all talking about beer. Think it was @version that shared it originally

I'm pretty much a casual beer drinker, so I've had a few beers at parties or after work, but nothing over the top. Yesterday I went to the gym and was having my usual session, then decided to go home and drink a beer.

I went to the fridge and grabbed a few beers, and I was about to place them out when I heard my own footsteps. I thought it was an unfamiliar tap at first. "Oh, it's the beer guy", I thought.

As I opened the fridge to take a drink, my beer flew out and landed on the floor, splashing me with the beer. As I looked at the damage, I realized I was actually the beer guy. I went over and grabbed the beer off the ground and walked back over to the fridge. My beer was still rolling around on the floor. I put the beer back on the floor and put it back in the fridge, and I went back and took a drink of water.

After I finished that drink, I poured the water out of the fridge and tried to put the beer back where it had gotten out of the fridge, but the beer was not where it had been. I finally figured it out, and I just threw it away.

TL;DR: Went to the gym, drank a beer at 3 am, now I'm the beer guy.
 

Mr. Tea

Shub-Niggurath, Please
Had a private MDMA debauch with the Mrs last night, along with some good hash and some exceptional whisky. First time I've touched the stuff in two years, and it's been even longer for her, so it was a lot of fun.

The upshot is that we're nursing comedowns in a soft play centre.
 
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