Arrr, matey! Beware the devil's drink in Laos—methanol's a scallywag that'll send ye to Davy Jones!
2024-11-22
Arrr, matey! Six landlubbers who set sail for Laos have met Davy Jones 'cause they guzzled grog laced with that devilish methanol! Now the whole world be in a tizzy, warnin’ ye to keep yer tankards clear of that treacherous swill! Drink wisely, or ye might join the crew below!
Avast ye landlubbers! Gather 'round, for I be bringin' ye news from the far-off shores of Laos, where trouble be brewin’ like a storm at sea! It seems a band o’ six unfortunate souls, who fancied a tipple or two, have met their salty end due to drinkin’ a brew that be more poison than potion! Aye, the scallywags consumed grog laced with methanol, and now they be sleepin’ with the fishes.This be causin’ quite the ruckus among the land-dwellers, sendin’ waves of alarm across the seven seas. “What manner of devilry be this?” they ask, clutchin’ their tankards filled with proper rum. Methanol, ye see, be a treacherous beast, lurkin’ in the shadows of cheap swill, ready to send even the stoutest pirate to Davy Jones’ locker!