Vile stuff.
My mum was a big fan of a Campari and lemonade back in the day.
Me and my younger brother found a bottle in the house one night, I was 14 he was 12, when mam n dad were out and cousin was minding us.
Me and Mick drank half a bottle each.
Bad move.
Stupid move.
Sick everywhere.
Carnage
Mick fell down the stairs then into the gap between the fridge and the wall and got stuck spewing all over himself, while I redecorated the whole of upstairs with a red coloured, sickly sweet smelling spew.
We blamed the cousin for making us drink it.
He never minded us again funnily enough.
Never drank a drop of it after that lollollollol