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When i was a little girl of 5 years, my dad was very interested in Tai Chi. He would do his excersizes and then get himself something to drink and sit with me. One time he was making juice and I asked him what kind it was. He told me it was concentrated juice, like the ones in the can where you add water. My daddy asked why I wasn't having any juice, and I replied "But that's your juice to help you concentrate!" thinking of the hard Tai Chi excersizes he was doing and how he told me and my brother never to bother him while he was doing them...hehe
I used to think that 7-Up was called "Zup" until I realised the "Z" was actually a Seven!
I always used to think that 7 up(the drink) was called Zup(well thats what it looks like on the can!)and always got confused when going round people's houses what 7 up was,lol.I was so embarrassed when I asked someone if i could hav a sip of their zup :s
i watched this movie call mask with jim carrey and in one scene this guy shot him and he had bullet holes in him so when he took a sip of a drink it poured out of the bullet holes, when i saw this i was afraid to drink something thinking my whole body would get holes
until EXTREMLY recently, I didn't know that beer is carbonated (and i'm an 18-year-old who lives in Canada:0!!!!!)
I used to think that if you mixed a diet drink with a regular drink, it would explode.
When I was young I used to believe that if you took an asprin and drank a coke real fast you'd get drunk. I never knew anyone daring enough to try it.
I used to believe that mountain dew was pee. probably because my brother's told me they wrung out my bed, and that's where mountain dew came from.
When I was about 5 years old , my sister told me that if you dont press down the little bubbles on a soda lid ( that says what you drank ex : Root beear , cola , ect) my mom and dad would go to jail.
When I was little my best friend and I believed that if we drank each others drinks our voices would change to the other person. For example if I drank her drink after she drank it my voice would sound like hers.
When I was 5 my mother and I were riding in the car, somehow I managed to drop my can of pop. I went to open it, and my mother quickly stopped me from doing so and explained to me that my pop would explode if I opened it. Well you can imagine what was running through my head... she then said I would just need to tap the top of the can with my finger for a little while. So some time had passed, about a half hour probably longer... and my mother looked in the back seat... I was still tapping the pop... my mom said it is fine to open it now... well at that point I burst into tears... and explained to her that I didn't want it to explode and we should just get rid of it. To this day... I will never forget the fear I experienced on that car ride, and every time I tap my pop, I remember sitting in the back seat of that car thinking I had something explosive in my hands.
When I was a little boy, my mom was VERY health concious. In the grocery store, I asked my mom to buy some Kool Aid. She refused, saying that it was bad for your teeth. I said, "Then why do they even MAKE it?". She said, "For people who want their teeth to rot.". I took her 100% literally and was horrified to think that there were people in the world who actually WANTED their teeth to rot and would buy a product specifically made for that purpose!
While out shopping with my parents at age 3 or 4, I saw a sign that said "beverages" and I assumed that this was some sort of term for a more grown-up person - at least 8 or 9 years old. When my mother told me to run ahead and pick out some juice, I was very worried that I would be arrested or yelled at for going down the "beverages" aisle when I had very clearly not yet reached a "bever age".
Up until a few years ago, I thought that Cafe Au Lait (french for coffee with milk) was spelled exactly like it was pronounced, ie Cafe Ole.
I thought that matadors must have invented this or drink this alot because it was named after the cheer for their sport
My dad used to drink Mountain Dew like it was going out of style and for some reason, one day he told me it is was panther piss. I looked on the ingredients and when I informed my father of this he told me they couldn't do that or no one would buy it.I believed that it was at least partially true and when I was about 16 and at Taco Bell drive-thru I ordered a 'medium panther piss'. Needless to say I didn't get a mountain dew. When I was about 19 somehow the discussion about it came up and my father almost had a heart attack when he found out that I actually believed him.
i was frightened always by my uncle that while drinking juices if i accidentaly happen to swallow a seed then that would grow into a tree inside my stomach.i avoided drinking juices unless it was clean without any seeds.
My dad told me that Elvis Presley died from guzzling down drinks (non alcoholic ones) in an effort to teach me not to guzzle my drinks
one of my friend's mother used to only buy diet coke, never regular coke. she had by the case, so there was always plenty. since there was no real soft drinks, when we hung out at his house we would drink her diet cokes. she didn't like us drinking them, so she told us that diet coke gave kids under 10 cancer. we never drank them again.
There was this one time when me and my sister were staring at a bottle of Diet Mountaindew on the table. Naturally, I went to grab it first but not until my older sister goes "You know, Diet Soda turns you into a skeleton if you're not fat." I was terrified and took a second glance at the Diet Mountaindew. Her little lie worked, unfortunately for me. I didn't drink any Diet drinks until I was I teen.
At my grandparents house was a cupboard with
containing bottles of spirits. One bottle
that particularly fascinated me was labelled
Teacher's Whisky and I used to think that all
the teachers at school drank it. One day I
poured myself a cupful of Teacher's Whisky and
drank it in a large gulp. The taste was absolutely
vile and it felt like my mouth was on fire. For
many years after that I reckoned that the nasty
taste of Teacher's Whisky was why most of the
teachers at my school were so nasty.