Once when I was around twelve, my dad gave me my first tablet and went chew it, Rachel.
Chew. It.
Chew a tablet.
Chew something that was most certainly not to be chewed.
I chewed it. Spat it out. Cried. Vomited. Cried some more.
The taste was awful. And thats putting it mildly.
When I gave my dad a look of betrayal, he was like: Oh, I told you to chew it? Ah, I meant to swallow it.
Nice going, dad. Nice going.
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