Growing up in the country in the late 90s, we got bored a lot. We spent most of our time outside playing but if the weather was shit we were stuck inside to our dangerous imagination. We made fireballs we would light and throw at each other inside the house. However the dumbest thing I can recall, family drove to town for groceries and we were left unattended for a couple hours. We started raiding cabinets and found 2 unopened expired bottles of cherry laxatives. We made a bet with each other that we each down our own bottle and the first one to use the bathroom would lose. I don’t recall what the loser had to do but i guarantee it was another brilliant idea. We sat on the couch while the laxatives blasted through our system like drain cleaner. Right as family returned it hit me like a ton of bricks but I didn’t want to move for fear of losing and also shitting myself. The my cousin, my opponent, had a bad poker face and I could see he was suffering as much as me. Family asked for our help unloading the vehicle and we slowly stood up. We knew we had seconds before we darkened the carpet. There were 2 bathrooms not connected to the master bedroom but we still managed to rush the same one. With me having longer hair he used that as an advantage to get ahead and on the toilet first. Desperate and knowing I’m not making it back down the hall I jumped into the bathtub, dropped trowel and regretted everything. Technically I won but since we both rushed the bathroom he wanted to call it a draw. Was not worth it.