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| Every afternoon when my Grandad would head to the barn he would grab a cold bottle of Pepsi to sip on while he milked. Once while I was hanging out with him I spied a half full bottle sitting on a ledge along the wall. When Grandpa went into the cooler room to empty the milker I had the bright idea to snitch a drink. Much to my dismay it was a half full bottle of compressor oil. Once was enough of that. | |
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Nastiest thing you ever drank
