>>5070100 (OP)
I have accidentally drank two of these mother fuckers in my life. Both times it was a beer. At least the first time I was outside by a campfire and I had set my beer down in the grass for a while, I feel like I deserved that one. But the second time I was literally at a house party sitting in the middle of this dude’s living room, just watching some tv. There weren’t any open windows, nothing, little bastard just appeared in my beer again. They taste like straight chemicals, like if you blasted the inside of your mouth with a solid 3-4 seconds of hairspray. Both times, afterwards, my entire mouth and tongue went numb for about 45 minutes to an hour. Both times, I spit them out of course, but a bunch of the same people were there the second time and were just as shocked as me to see that it happened to specifically me again.
Since that second day, six fucking years ago, I have lived in fear of drinking another one of these stinky nasty faggots again. I can’t enjoy a canned beer in the summertime or autumn without constantly autistically checking inside my can before every sip with a flashlight like a schizo freak. I KNOW there’s another one coming for me, it’s GOING to happen a third time guaranteed, it’s just a matter of fucking time. I buy bottles as often as I can or pour my beer into a cup, but sometimes I slip up and end up holding a can and then it’s Vietnam fucking flashbacks of this FUCKER until I finish it safely. I saw one in my house just this week, in the same fucking room as my open can of beer. Do these pieces of shit torture anyone else like this? Or have they chosen only me to suffer?
