Panic, not know about the beetroot thing, go to hospital and then get told to stop wasting their time by an annoyed doctor who doesn’t want to deal with your stupidity.
The daycare called me at work freaking out and asking me to come get my daughter and get her to the doctor because she was pissing red. Turns out they had been feeding her beetroot.
As bland as I’ve ever found The Cleveland Show, their one joke about beets has stood the testament of time in my head, and still finds me singing 🎵 It’s not blooood~ 🎵 on random occasions lol
I remember crying on the toilet for at least 30 minutes when I was a kid. My pee was red-ish, my poop was red. I thought I was bleeding from everywhere.
My father finally got out from me why I was crying for so long, and explained that, yes, it is indeed related to the 2 jars of pickled beets I ate.
I recently had a short illness that involved my body thoroughly purging anything I put inside of it without much change to the content. (I’m mostly better now.)
At one point my wife made me a 32oz smoothie in the hopes that it would provide me with some nutrients. It was visually very dark. I consumed and enjoyed it, then fell asleep and forgot about it.
A few hours later, I ran to the bathroom with great urgency and was very alarmed until I remembered the smoothie.
same thing but it was black because of the licorice-flavored icecream at a tourist shop. someday i want to go back and try the other flavors: i suspect they’re all like that and this is part of the novelty.
Eat beets.
Forget you ate beets.
Peek.
Slightly panic for the fraction of a second before you remember you ate beets.
Panic, not know about the beetroot thing, go to hospital and then get told to stop wasting their time by an annoyed doctor who doesn’t want to deal with your stupidity.
The daycare called me at work freaking out and asking me to come get my daughter and get her to the doctor because she was pissing red. Turns out they had been feeding her beetroot.
As bland as I’ve ever found The Cleveland Show, their one joke about beets has stood the testament of time in my head, and still finds me singing 🎵 It’s not blooood~ 🎵 on random occasions lol
I remember crying on the toilet for at least 30 minutes when I was a kid. My pee was red-ish, my poop was red. I thought I was bleeding from everywhere.
My father finally got out from me why I was crying for so long, and explained that, yes, it is indeed related to the 2 jars of pickled beets I ate.
i pooped red and panicked until like a week later that I was just a fatass who ate an entire family sized bag of hot Cheetos in one sitting
I recently had a short illness that involved my body thoroughly purging anything I put inside of it without much change to the content. (I’m mostly better now.)
At one point my wife made me a 32oz smoothie in the hopes that it would provide me with some nutrients. It was visually very dark. I consumed and enjoyed it, then fell asleep and forgot about it.
A few hours later, I ran to the bathroom with great urgency and was very alarmed until I remembered the smoothie.
same thing but it was black because of the licorice-flavored icecream at a tourist shop. someday i want to go back and try the other flavors: i suspect they’re all like that and this is part of the novelty.
Purple dragon fruit, too. It’s like your pouring the cordial directly into the bowl.