I went to give my husband his medicine last night. His gatorade bottle was sitting next to his bed. He took a couple of sips and then I took a big gulp. Well guess what? IT WAS NOT GADORADE! It wa urine. Gag, gag and double gag. He used his gadorade bottle instead of his urinal. Im still not over it today. He did not ever complaine or anything. Yuck. This has just about broken me. Good God help me!! I thought I could handle just about anything but this is just too much. Its time to move the gadorade somewhere else!
People who work around a lot of computer equipment use non-still cups. Contigo is a brand name. Check out the web site. Not cheap, but do not spill and would be very difficult to "refill" inappropriately.
Please forgive me for my uncontrollable laughter :P
That thief was at least getting his just desserts. Poor you!
Through the ages there have been literally thousands of champions of this curious practice: In the early 1800s, a book titled One Thousand Notable Things describes the use of urine to cure scurvy, relieve skin itching, cleanse wounds, and many other treatments. An 18th century French dentist praised urine as a valuable mouthwash. In England during the 1860-70s, the drinking of one's own urine was a common cure for jaundice. In more modern times, the Alaskan Eskimos have used urine as an antiseptic to treat wounds".
Mahatma Gandhi also drank his own urine daily. Bleccccch is what I say to that!! Sorry you had to go back in time to experience such an old "cure". :)
And sneaks around like a child trying to hide it. I clean it our Yuck it really gets to me!!!!