when you were a tenager, where did you hide your drinks?

[space-time]

We are painting the children's room and wife asked me to remove the air register. I removed it and I noticed an object inside. I reached to see what it was and this is what I found.

The previous owner had a teenage son as far as we understood. My guess is that he put it there. Or maybe from the owner before them. I tried to find an expiration/manufacturing date on the bottle to get an idea of how old it was, but I couldn't see one.

If you were hiding drinks from your parents when you were a teenager, where did you hide them?

[Ombligo]

In my bloodstream.

[Uncle Wig]

I didn't, really. But I hid my next door neighbors pot in my bedroom for him. His parents weren't cool with it. My mom didn't exactly like it, but she tolerated our pot smoking. I guess she preferred me doing it at home instead of out in a car or somewhere (although I did that too). At one point, because she was tired of trying to get my attention from downstairs when I was up in my room with the music going, we rigged a yellow light bulb above my door with a switch at the base of the stairs so all she had to do was flash the light when she wanted me.

[space-time]

Or maybe it was from some construction worker who was too lazy to take trash out or maybe hide it from the boss. The label had calories info but no exp date.

[anonymouse1]

In my parents' booze.

[Kraniac]

My parents encouraged me to drink a lot and yell "woo hoooooooo" at almost anything except shortages of booze.

[OWC Jamie]

In the fridge.

When I was a ten-ager I didn't drink booze.
We were allowed a beer. Did not like. Still don't.

[NewtonMP2100]

....get....in ma'.....belly....

[vision63]

In the Fridge. This was the only drink we cared about. In a Tupperware pitcher. Ahhh Summer. The only caveat was that my mother rationed sugar like we effin lived during World War II. "Don't use up all of my sugar!!!" Jeeze mom.

[kurtzie]

vision63 wrote:
In the Fridge. This was the only drink we cared about. In a Tupperware pitcher. Ahhh Summer. The only caveat was that my mother rationed sugar like we effin lived during World War II. "Don't use up all of my sugar!!!" Jeeze mom.

My wife's mother only let them use 1/2 cup of sugar, but she figured she had it pretty good compared to the girl down the street. Her mother didn't use any sugar at all.