When I was a kid I once drank an entire bottle of purple Dimetapp because I liked the taste. The label said grape, but it wasn't - it was purple. For those who don't know, Dimetapp, especially the old formula, was a weapons grade cold and cough syrup that was sometimes employed as a non-prescription anesthetic for shitty kids who wouldn't go to sleep or calm down in the airport or whatever.
I don't remember most of the details of the following story, but have heard them enough times that it's hard to remember what's recollection and what's not.
My mother noticed I was being awfully quiet, and found me passed right the fuck out in a pool of purple vomit, mouth haloed with the stuff. To the hospital we went, and for once not for stitches.
I was at the time legendary at the base hospital for having broken out of a pediatric papoose. (Incidentally this answers the question "Have you always been this way?") So despite being approximately like a 1:24 scale…