There were these, ummm, two threads where I asked about the viscosity of blood at various temperatures. Some backstory came out, and here’s more.
Yes, I drank no blood. ‘reluctantly’, is the language she uses, describing our daughter’s telling her that she saw me, her father, drink blood out of my own refrigerator.
I hope it was ‘reluctantly’ that my daughter was coerced to lie.
Actually, I hope she just made that up, and my daughter never said any such thing.
As for v-8 juice, etc. there are possibilities, like sangria cooking wine, or some vile coffee on a camping trip. Exchange between myself and a fellow camper over some vile, thick instant coffee I had mixed up, and left cooling in a messkit on a campstove.
“Dude, that looks like blood”
“It’s Motor oil, actually.”
But I don’t remember my daughter even being around for that.
Even more oddly, it just occurred to me that under oath, if asked if I’ve ever drinken blood. I’d have to say.
“Well, menstrual blood, yeah…”
But my daughter wasn’t around for that, either.
For everyone who thinks the ‘are you serious’ defense is best, you’re probably right.
Telperian: Khampelf isn’t my real name. Do you really think that I’m worried about anyone who knows me here telling my daughter’s mom about it, and then having her attorney subpoena the Chicago Reader for ‘Khampelf’s’ subscription information?
H.D. - Just found out they gonna give us both a checkup from the neckup. I think both that she is crazier, and I deal with my own mental quirks better.