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Way to sweet for me and that other horrible mello yello stuff.
When I first moved to America back in the late 90s, someone handed me a tin of that when I mentioned I was thirsty. (My first clue as to what was going to happen to my waistline here when I wasn't handed water). Almost gagged on it, was like drinking pure, unadulterated syrup with this horrible chemical aftertaste to remind you that absolutely nothing you just consumed was in any way natural or healthy.

Now here I sit typing this 20-odd years later two stone heavier than I should be. (Although that's a more recent occurrence thanks to lockdowns and a spot of depression, I suppose)
 
When I first moved to America back in the late 90s, someone handed me a tin of that when I mentioned I was thirsty. (My first clue as to what was going to happen to my waistline here when I wasn't handed water). Almost gagged on it, was like drinking pure, unadulterated syrup with this horrible chemical aftertaste to remind you that absolutely nothing you just consumed was in any way natural or healthy.

Now here I sit typing this 20-odd years later two stone heavier than I should be. (Although that's a more recent occurrence thanks to lockdowns and a spot of depression, I suppose)

you're drinking out of tin and not expecting a horrible aftertaste?

in the US we drink out of plastic that alters hormones in various unknown but almost certainly negative ways. and that's the ways we likes it.
 
When I was in high school (10th grade), I specifically took an advanced placement English Lit class in order to avoid the semester of Speech I wold have had to take. Not comfortable in front of a crowd.

When I failed the AP class at the beginning of the 2nd semester they put me in the Speech class. :( I taught the class how to play Cribbage.

In the Army I had to train soldiers, phobia disappeared overnight... 🤷‍♂️
Speech class?
Cribbage?
Were you training soldiers for Sir Arthur Wellesley?
 
When I first moved to America back in the late 90s, someone handed me a tin of that when I mentioned I was thirsty. (My first clue as to what was going to happen to my waistline here when I wasn't handed water). Almost gagged on it, was like drinking pure, unadulterated syrup with this horrible chemical aftertaste to remind you that absolutely nothing you just consumed was in any way natural or healthy.

Now here I sit typing this 20-odd years later two stone heavier than I should be. (Although that's a more recent occurrence thanks to lockdowns and a spot of depression, I suppose)
I've gained 20 lbs since I quit smoking 120 days ago...
 
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