In case you were wondering, I just got back from a short trip to run away from everything. Work. Concrete. Civilisation. Haze. Okay, not the haze. Who am I kidding? You can never run from the haze fuck you Indonesia.
During the trip we decided to check out their local buka puasa bazaar to get us some grub for dinner. Please allow me show you (with the help of my trusty brand new SE baby) the sort of drinks they offer to unsuspecting thirsty people who waltz through bazaar with their eyes closed.
Can you even begin to guess what flavours they are? Wait, no prizes if you actually DO know what all these flavours are, you poor, blind, fuck.
Vomit green. Diluted blood. Pee. Shreds of baby.
Check out the SCARY radioactive colours on these seemingly innocent everyday drinkable beverages. Bandung? Jagung? Oren? Strawberi? Aku tak caya nie. Where is the disclaimer? "We are not responsible if your newborn turns out to be a five-legged lizard mutant due to the consumption of our wares".
Want some eye-blinding-fluorescent kryptonite juice mistah?
Purple is alien puke.... after one too many glasses of kryptonite juice.
Is that barley? Or a whole barrel of sem........
Kryptonite juice WITH milk for your daily calcium needs. Yum.
OH! CAN you see that? It's newt eyeball juice WITH REAL newt eyeballs!
Milo? Are you KIDDING ME? NO. NOT MILO. MUD maybe.
No, I didn't have the balls to try anything. If I did, I might actually GET some balls, which, contrary to what some of you sick fucks might believe, is Not A Good Thing.