At a party I hosted a few years ago, a buddy of mine wandered into the kitchen searching for more to drink. I had moved recently, and lacking any other place to put it, I had poured lamp oil into an old bottle of Captain Morgan.
My buddy took it off the shelf, grabbed a glass, and promptly poured himself a tall, refreshing lamp oil and coke.
Playing penny-ante in college. Friend of my roomate, very very drunk. Chewing tobacco. Drinking beer. Holding two cans: spitting can, drinking can.
Watched in horror as he spat into the drinking can and drank from the spitting can.
Didn’t even blink. Never even noticed.
Walking down the street, enjoying a nice, hot sub, wrapped in tinfoil. Peel back the foil, take a bite. Ouch! Must have gotten a bit of bone; that really hurt my tooth. Try it again - ouch!
Ah.
Not-peeled-back-enough tinfoil.
Filllings.
This drives me crazy, too. It’s something about not touching your food, or the xtra labor, or something, but goddamn it, I want my shrimp scampi to have shelled shrimp! I eat it with a fork! I’m not going to go ferreting in there to deshell the shrimp!
At a house party once in college, I was chewing tobacco and spitting it into an empty beer bottle. It was actually Indian gutkha (Manikchand brand), which is pretty harsh compared to the sissy tobaccos consumed here in the US. After filling it to about the 20% level, I carelessly left the bottle next to a bottle filled with actual beer. My friend grabbed the wrong bottle and took a huge swig. In fact, he pretty much emptied it! Most at the party were flabbergasted by the look on his face. I immediately sensed what happened and communicated the news. Boy, was it a laughfest as we heard vomiting interrupted by the occasional: “I’m going to kill him!!!”.