1 Jug of Apple Cider. Best Before Date: June 2003
This is actually the perfect story of two bachelors: My uncle and I both assumed the cider belonged to the other one, and being men, didn't bother talking to each other to figure out whose it was. Eighteen months later... well, time makes fools of us all!
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It should be wine by now... or possibly vinegar. In either case, did either of you try drinking it? You should keep it around longer and see what happens. It might be the cure for cancer, y'know. Like penicilin.
Well, it might have been trying to communicate with me as I flushed it down the toilet... too much longer, and opposable thumbs were a distinct possibility.
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