(Picture borrowed from
www.isvr.soton.ac.uk/
Buxton to Manchester
First he pawed
the two litre bottle of diet coke
like a cat
toying with a saucer
of milk.
Once he had got
the bottle open
he took a sip
then after a slight pause
he took another
like he was an
Olympic swimmer.
He closed his eyes
after his 6th sip
and then
in rapid succession
took a 7th
and a 8th sip
with such speed
I thought he was going
to throw it all back up.
Big Mac tried telling him
after he sipped
it for the 10th time
he didn’t have
to drink it
and suggested he
instead just pour it
down a local drain
but Pete didn’t listen
and just carrying
on pouring
it down his throat.
By the time
he got to the end
of the bottle
his face
had turned green
and he threw
his last mouthful
straight back up.
Big Mac said again
when he had finished
blushing slightly
‘You really didn’t
have to do that’
and to which Pete
looking as green
as the bottle
responded
‘Just go and get
the bottle
filled up with water
before your bloody engine
blows up’
Big Mac came back out
two minutes later
with a large jug of water
from the pub
instead
of the bottle filled up.
It took us an extra
hour to get back
home
because off Pete’s
stomach.
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