So a while back when I got back to my dad's house, all we had was a gallon of milk, water, and some old cans of frozen orange juice, apple juice, and grape juice. Typically, when I last had these, about a year ago, they were okay, not exactly like the real thing all of the time, but I wouldn't say they were bad, they were good, don't get me wrong, I'd give it a 6/10 or 7/10 depending on what it was, if it was normal, but add a year to that, and it's like the fact that they were frozen means nothing; They taste terrible after a year of being frozen!

First up was orange juice. It can't be that bad can it? If you share that thought, congratulations, you're already wrong! Add water, shake, and take a drink, what greeted me was an immediate strong and sour taste that didn't resemble orange juice at all. In fact, it tasted like an old woman had violent diarrhea into the can, it was chilled, added a little bit of urine just because, and then it was served to me. So the question was, was I going to drink more of it or pour it down the drain?
You can bet I drank more just to punish myself for my sins of following my brother's route in self-pleasuring myself to video montages of Michelle from Full House on YouTube.
What's that? My brother's a pedophile?

Twenty minutes later I kept getting the feeling I might be getting close to almost puking, but it never reached that stage. Still, if I was stranded on a deserted island, I'd drink my own urine (which would resemble in color and smell of chicken broth, the kind that'd leave your toilet bowl steamin') before I'd drink this rancid crap.

Twenty minutes later in the bathroom with violent diarrhea, I regretted my decision.

1/10