What's the most horrifying thing to ever happen in your life? I'll tell you mine.
Once upon a time,
There was a bottle that was used for milkshakes, and milkshakes only. Like, literally. This bottle had a long bendy straw and it was from Disney Land and it has mickey mouse and all that **** on it, but that's irrelevant information. Now, this bottle was left on the table in the living room for an undisclosed amount of time. Being the fat ******* neckbeard I am, I devour and drink every last left over in this house. Now it is deep ingrained into my very soul that this bottle is used for milkshake, and milkshake only. So, I took a big sip from it because, you know. If it's being left there, i'd hate for it to go to waste. It DID contain milkshake, but what entered my mouth through that bendy straw; was something that could only be described as vomit. There was a sickening realisation of the sin I had apparently committed. I rushed to the kitchen to spit out this abhorrent sludge that had invaded my taste buds, I tore the lid off the bottle and emptied its contents. What came out was a thick lumpy substance that smelled like puke. It had then dawned on me that the fireplace was on at some point and had curdled this milkshake, and ol' ******* here tried to drink the damn ****. I felt very abused that day.