Chicken wine

I remember one time in some kind of automotive class me and my friends were just wasting time like usual and I was exploring some weird smell.

So I looked around and found the source was coming from this window washer tank thing.
I opened it up and found an old snickers bar inside from a long time ago. It smelled really bad like mold or a fungus and was melted but I had an idea. I got a stick and put it in there and moved it around to get a bunch of stuff on it. Then I walked around the class and told people to smell the stick. I don’t remember if anyone had the balls to actually smell the stick, but I remember taking it to one of my friends who was lounging in a dismantled truck. I guess he didn’t see me coming and he freaked out and swatted it away. I wasn’t prepared for this and the stick flew right into my face.

It’s not as impressive as some of these stories, but when I was a kid I got a make-your-own soda kit for Christmas. Mixed up 2-liter bottle of birch soda, added yeast, and tucked it into a kitchen cabinet to age. Month or so later, I’m upstairs in my room when I hear a MASSIVE explosion; thought somebody had blown the door off the house with dynamite. Went downstairs, there’s soda and shards of glass everywhere, and the wood paneling’s been blown off the cabinet.

Too much yeast I guess. The surviving soda also tasted terrible.

WHY DID YOU DRINK THE SURVIVING BITS

There was a second bottle of soda that didn’t explode, forgot to mention we made two.

I’m actually a little disappointed now.

I’m actually a little disappointed now.[/quote]

Me too.

I’m actually a little disappointed now.[/quote]

Me too.[/quote]

Agreed. I had this mental image of Natures crawling around the kitchen licking at the tiny drops of soda on the ground.

I’ve been on this thread too long. :X

Licking it up would NOT have been a good idea; there were tiny shards of glass everywhere (there was a glass jar of tomatoes in the cabinet too, got blown to smithereens). Besides, a lot of it was on the ceiling, too high to reach. Now cleaning THAT was a pain.

That’s why you have a pressure cooker emergency release valve soldered onto the fermenting tank. To release excess pressure so it doesn’t explode. Probably didn’t ferment well became of the high CO2 content already inside and the cool tempature. Things ferment better at high tempatures.

Yeah it was just in a regular 2-liter soda bottle. I don’t think it was supposed to ferment actually, the yeast was just to add a little carbonation to it.

Oh man, I remember the time we found mother in the vinegar.

…not my mom, it’s a thing. I don’t know why it’s called this.

It’s a big slimy snotloogie of little organisms that sits in your whateverdrink, consumes it’s deliciousness, and basically shits out vinegar. These boogery buggers turn your wine nasty (but hey, goes great on french fries). The funny thing was, this was supposed to be vinegar that had been pasteurized so as not to …y’know. Have stuff living in it.

We thought it was gross and chucked it but in hindsight you could blop this into a bottle of applejuice and it’ll just make you apple vinegar for free. Nasty? Yes. Effective? Also yes. …but why the hell was there living vinegar-makers in my SHOULD BE VERY NOT-ALIVE VINEGAR.

Maybe they were some kind of heat-resistant ‘mother’ and now they’re in our drains making poop vinegar. WHO KNOWS.

3am posting, don’t do it.

In Australia, I think we had some fool attempt to brew some kind of alcohol using pure sugar and Vegemite as culture.
I think he either died or got rather ill.

We should add a whole new brewing system to the game, where you can use random things as bases and culture.
You see here: "Whiskey"
Ingredients: Cocaine Base, Cocaine Culture.

When I was 10 years old, I used to eat lots of ramen quick ramen noodles in the plastic bags.
My grandpa used to make them all the time for me and I thought he was a badass chef.
I remember for about 4 months, something was wrong with the soups.
The store we bought them from apparently had ants crawling all over these dry soup bags.
I always saw them and questioned them, but my grandpa said it was just pepper or spice (even though the spice was unopened in its little package), and I kept on eating them.

I fucking hate my life.

[quote=“wad67, post:52, topic:4740”]In Australia, I think we had some fool attempt to brew some kind of alcohol using pure sugar and Vegemite as culture.
I think he either died or got rather ill.

We should add a whole new brewing system to the game, where you can use random things as bases and culture.
You see here: "Whiskey"
Ingredients: Cocaine Base, Cocaine Culture.[/quote]

Ribena concentrate and Vegemite seems to be the thing in Queensland, although some shitholes in WA use Vegemite and just about anything. Generally speaking, don’t drink anything like that, you probably won’t die, but you definitely will want to.

On a side note, since I apparently missed Inside Jokes 101, what’s with the “Whiskey of Cocaine” deal?

All this talk also reminds me of the time dad and I left a batch of RustBeeter go too long and it got all mouldy and nasty, yuck.

I once left a sandwich in a tupperware container under my bed.

It liquified, in part. Kinda like a ship sinking.
Occasionally there were rafts of fungi trying to escape the hell below the waves, but… they didn’t last.

[quote=“Datanazush, post:54, topic:4740”][quote=“wad67, post:52, topic:4740”]In Australia, I think we had some fool attempt to brew some kind of alcohol using pure sugar and Vegemite as culture.
I think he either died or got rather ill.

We should add a whole new brewing system to the game, where you can use random things as bases and culture.
You see here: "Whiskey"
Ingredients: Cocaine Base, Cocaine Culture.[/quote]

Ribena concentrate and Vegemite seems to be the thing in Queensland, although some shitholes in WA use Vegemite and just about anything. Generally speaking, don’t drink anything like that, you probably won’t die, but you definitely will want to.

On a side note, since I apparently missed Inside Jokes 101, what’s with the “Whiskey of Cocaine” deal?[/quote]

The game used to generate bottles with very, very weird contents. Or things that weren’t containers would act as containers, so somebody found a Whiskey of Cocaine (some whiskey that contained cocaine like a container) on the ground or something.

It used to be whenever an item was added, but the item numbers weren’t updated correctly, everything would shift by one.

Normally, this would only appear as the spawns being “fucked up”, but when this happened with containers it would mean the ‘container id’ an item was pointing at would get shifted.

One of the more common shifts was that “glass bottles” would become the adjacent “cocaine”.

So whenever the game would generate “whiskey”, it would look for the item with the id 38 or whatever (normally glass bottles) and find “cocaine” and say, “yep, that there’s the container I need”, and boom - you’d have a cocaine full of whiskey!

Aright I got one.

I lived in what you’d call a typical “punk house” about ten years ago.
Here’s a few details, just to give you a general flavour of the place we called home. [Tip: skip to paragraph 3 if you want the TLDR version]

The place was pretty small, and there were only three of us living there, but there was usually a weekly rotation of down-and-out friends crashing on the couch - they pulled their weight by cleaning up after our EPIC horrendous alcohol & substance fueled parties.
We had a little alcove that we blocked off by putting a couch in front of it, and it served as the final resting place for any 40oz beverages consumed on said couch. We had a dartboard on the wall back there, and we’d nail photos of people on it who were on our shitlist that week/month, such as local politicians, ex-girlfriends, etc. The game was you’d finish your beer, then whip it backwards overhand, trying to smash it on the target’s face.
Over time, this resulted in a good 2 foot pile of broken glass behind the couch (which no-one gave a shit about).

One night, I went to a gig downtown. The folks at home were throwing a huge party, but for whatever reason I wasn’t interested,
so I stayed out real late trying to wait it out. My goal was to come home with a lady I’d met earlier that night, and not have to subject her to the company of my friends (and the ritual verbal abuse and bullying we all practiced regularly back then).
That plan didn’t work. I didn’t account for the fact that “waiting it out” meant that I’d be just as likely to continue drinking wherever I was,
so by the time 3AM rolled around, I was absolutely shitfaced.
My lady friend decided that it’d be better if I just went home to sleep it off and we’d meet again later that week. Looking back, that was a wise move.

I got home somehow around 4-ish, and in the dark, armed only with the light of my ancient flip-phone, tiptoed stumbled clumsily around several passed out bodies in the living room, and decided while passing through the kitchen that I had better eat something before bed.
*I forgot to mention earlier that we all worked at the same job, which produced these large plastic bags of bacon trimmings in our fridge, which is an important piece of this story.
So I heated up a frying pan in the pitch dark kitchen (ceiling fixture broken, fridge lightbulb also dead), and started dropping handfuls of finger length bacon into it. I’m standing there listening to it sizzle, eating it straight from the pan like a real civilized gentleman, in the dim glow of the red light that indicates the burner being on… then suddenly it’s morning and my neighbours (who we were constantly at war with, a whole other story) are barbequing.
At the first whiff of the meat they’re cooking, I gag a little and feel a terrible pain in my stomach. As I get up and head for the bathroom, my head also starts pounding, which was pretty cool as well.
After spending about 20 minutes on the toilet, firing out both ends, I hear my roommate call out: "who left the fridge open all fucking night!? The whole place reeks like rotten meat!"
She shows me the bag (about 1/2 empty now) and it’s got white and blue fuzz growing on top of the partially discoloured bacon. The bacon I had enjoyed so much last night.

I spent a good portion of that and the next day on the toilet as well.

“Cock ale” actually is/was a thing.

“take a Cock and boil him well”!