So I come home one day, and the whole kitchen is covered with juice. The floor, chairs and table are all sticky. It’s horrible because you can’t even touch anything without getting a coat of sugary liquid on your hand.
My dad comes home. I ask him who the last person out of the house was. He says that it was him. He sees the juice and asks how it got there.
I tell him that I don’t know. There is no juice bottle lying around on the table or floor. I call up my mom and sister and neither of them knows anything about it.
It would appear that someone had broke into our house to spill juice everywhere, an idea that is, um, less than sensible.
So we clean it up.
Later, we find a cork on the counter. A wine bottle had built up enough gas to force the cor out and the wine was shot out all over the kitchen.
During dinner my mom said, “It’s a shame to let all that wine go to waste,” and my dad joined her in finishing off the bottle.
Now you all know the dangers of leaving wine bottles unattended.
(BTW: No, my parents are not alcoholics.)
I had a similiar incident last summer. Mrs. Blue Sky had left a pint sized bottle of chocolate milk on the counter for a couple of days. Why? No idea. Anyhow, the gasses built up and fired the cap and the remaining milk into the ceiling. It took nearly an hour to get the crap off the ceiling.
Aww heck that’s NOTHING!
Back in my more economically strangled days cough College cough I’d brew my own beer. It’s AMAZING the swil you’ll drink cause you made it yourself.
I’d also make soda-pop. You can brew some pretty cool flavors that you couldn’t HOPE to purchase at a store.
In beer brewing, after the fermentation completes, you add a little more malt (if you’re rich) or corn sugar (if you’re not) and bottle. The additional food lets the yeast work a little more to carbonate the beverage.
If you’re making soda pop, there’s no initial step to eat up sugar, so if you’re not careful, the yeast will just go to town, making the bottles rather prone to explosions.
I was living in a house with five other guys, all my stuff was in my room, in a loft like structure, with my bed underneath and my desk in the other wall.
A 3am one given summer morn, I awoke to pop pop pop fizzle fizzle and the sound of running liquid.
One case on the loft exploded, covering the far wall plus my desk, scientific calculator, computer and some clothes in the open closet next to the desk.
I stopped making soad pop. The end result just wasn’t worth the effort.
Refried bean consumers would agree
Aw! I had my fingers crossed that there actually were people who broke into private residences and covered everything with juice. There’s such a lack of surrealism in the crimal world anymore. 
Christmas eve about 6 years ago we had to whole family coming to our house for the next day noon dinner so we had a ton of food to fix…we fixed some of the stuff that could be cold then ran to the store. We had a large turkey and a large ham to fix so we decided to take turns sleeping and cook the turkey overnight…about 2-3am I am watching tv and I hear a loud pop then a fizzzzzzzz sound like hot butter frying, so i go check the bird…nothing wrong. A few mins later same thing, again I check the bird and find nothing wrong. This keeps happening (a good 7-8 times) finialy I realize what it is…
When we brought the food in from the store hubby had sat a case of pop on the stove and I NEVER noticed it…the sound I was hearing was the cans bursting and the pop baking onto my stove and running into the vent burner into the oven.
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yes I am blonde 