"Not me, but a friend of mine. He was drunk at a party and walked into the kitchen to take some shots. He saw a 'boot' glass, like the one from Beerfest, on the counter with some clear liquid in it. So he took it like a shot. Turns out it was bleach. I stayed with him for the rest of the night. He vomited uncontrollably for two hours. He was shaking, and his face was bright red. We force-fed him water, and another friend called 911 to ask what to do. We got him through it, but he honestly wanted to die because it burned so badly."
"I had a bit of a death wish as a very small child. When I was 2 and a half, I drank my mom's hair dye because I wanted red hair (damn you, Little Mermaid!). I sincerely thought that was how you dyed your hair. By drinking it out of the bottle. My mom apparently found me in the bathroom with hair dye all around my mouth and rushed me to the hospital to get my stomach pumped."
"Stomach pump #2 happened when I was 3. I was playing doctor with my cousin, and we got into my grandma's heart medication, which slows your heart rate. The maid found us this time and put us to bed. Apparently, my grandma came home from work shortly after that (very shortly, luckily) and found me vomiting in my room. The maid explained what happened, and I was rushed to the hospital for the second time in one year due to poisoning. Apparently, my cousin did not have to get his stomach pumped because he spat out the pills because they tasted bad."
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