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I used to think that red wine was made out of squeezed purple grapes mixed with alcohol. and i didnt understand why red wine doesn't even have a grape taste.
one day my friend said he and his friends had beer, i asked what did you mix with it? he was like laughing alot and i said i thought u had whisky.. i thought you add soda just like you do with whisky or whatever.
I used to believe that drinking and driving applied to every drink. I pointed this out to Mom when I was seven. She nearly spat out her coffee.
When I was little, I used to think 'mulled wine' was actually 'mould wine' and I would wonder why on earth anyone would want to drink it!
i used to believe that root beer was made with root juice and beer
When i was little i thought root beer was Beer Beer and my moms friend tryed to gimme some and i told my mom hes trying to make me drunk
I used to believe that if you drank same thing and swooshed it around in your mouth, that it would turn into pee.
In my religon, we are taught not to drink caffien, that it is bad for your body. Due to this, i grew up thinking caffien and alchahol were the same thing. I put drinks like pepsi and coke in the same catagory as beer and wine.
Anyway, one day we had a party at school, and there was pizza and pop. The pop was pepsi! i was astounded that they would serve an alchoholic drink at school. When i went home i was trying to tell my mom about it, but i forgot what drink it was so i told her it was beer! "Are you sure it wasnt root beer?" she said. "No!" i said, "it was the kind of beer with alchohol in it!"
When I was little, I thought that ladies were supposed to drink wine and men were supposed to drink beer. I also knew that alcohol was bad for you, so one night I assured my mom that when I grew up, I would drink "only" one bottle of wine each day (I figured that one bottle was one serving, since one can of beer is one serving of beer). My mom was so horrified that she made me promise never to drink it at all.
Years later, she supervised my first drinking experience. I suspect she was comforted when I came to the conclusion that alcohol tastes utterly vile anyway.
i used to think that a glass of water ment the water was cold, while a cup of water ment the water was room tempature.
when i was little, watching kool-aid commercials. i used to be afraid that if i wanted kool-aid, the koolaid man would bust through my wall to give me some.
I used to believe that "BYO" was a name of a restaurant.
I used to believe that when you shook a soda bottle ( like a liter size) it would explode and flood the whole room. so i decided that i wanted a explosion of sprite, so i took a liter of sprite (unopened) and shook as much as i could, and when i opened it, it exploded all in my face. and unfortunately not flooding the whole room
When i was little i didn't understand the phrase 'one for the road' i thought it was some good luck ritual to pour a drink on the road before u drove.
For some weird reason my dad always called ice tea "Monkey Juice". I thought sense milk came from cows then Monkey Juice must come from monkeys. I didnt realize that Monkey Juice wasnt a drink until I was 6 talking to my friends about it.
My little sister (not a native English speaker) thought that the name of the "7-Up"soda is actually Zup, and the pronunciation "sevenup" is just one of the irregularities of the English language.
You know how water damage in buildings ceilings can leave a brown stain? When I was in elementary school I used to think that those strange brown circles were coffee stains. Like, some teacher was surprised and jumped, causing her coffee to fly out of the mug and splatter on the ceiling.
When I was younger I thought that the popping sound in my soda was tons of people clapping. Then I felt bad after I drank the soda.
all the adults around me when i was little drank coffee but my mum said that if children drank coffee they would grow tails. i believed this for years.
When I was little, I used to think that the soda machines in restaurants were hooked to pipes that came directly from the factory. The first time I encountered one that had run out, I was confused, but then I said, "Oh! The factory must be closed." Naturally, everyone else had no idea what I meant.