Here's a slightly funny story for ya:
Back when I was a wee lad. I musta been about 16-17 ish. I was working two jobs, living with the rents n all. Anyhow, the rents had just got back from South Africa, having been there for 6 weeks. Needless to say I'd had the odd 'gathering' while they were away, nothing too serious, hell I knew what kind of wrath I'd get if the house had been less than spotless by the time the rents came back.
So as a result of one of my gatherings, a bottle of coke had been somewhat spiked with Iirc bacardi. Now, my old dears don't really drink, so as you can imagine, it has more of an effect than some one who drinks more often.
So, this one day, I get home from work, and dear old mother was in the kitchen, making dinner, as she does. And this is the issuing convo:
Mother: "X you know that bottle of coke in the fridge door?"
X:" uh no what Bo.. *opens fridge door* Oh yea! That bottle. What about it?"
Mother: "are there any addictives in it?"
X:"Erm... Like what? Why?"
Mother:"well I had a glass of it, and floated into town and back this afternoon"
X:"Oh Erm, yea,! *Rofl - literally* um mum, that might have had some bacardi in it"
Mother:"Oh, how much?"
X:"Erm I dunno, I was too drunk to remember how much coke got drunk before we filled it back up with bacardi "
Mother:" Oh ok, well next time put a label on it or something, I wasn't expecting to be floating all the way to town"
X:"Yes mum"
Ah, them were the days...