Who remembers the dreaded washout? When your mother (why is it always mothers?) would take out the orange packet from the cupboard and mix the awful smelling mojo herb tea, which after consumption would cause you to race to the bathroom clutching your bottom.
My mother was really a believer in this dreaded concoction. My sister Carol used to throw hers to the dogs until my mother caught her in mid throw one day. She then took to mixing it in Ovaltine – which to this day my sister cannot stand to even hear the name.
My friend Peter and I have a few ideas of what we would do to the person who actually invented this vile brew. One of my favorites is tying him to a toilet and setting him up with an intravenous drip with guess what … Mojo Herb.
Now the person I would like to strangle is the person who invented Brooklax. Which sick mind was it that thought of including a laxative in a chocolate bar? I found some in my mother’s cupboard one day and had a feast… needless to say I spent the day making numerous trips to the bathroom. At one point I just decided to play near the bathroom to make things easier on myself.
Luckily I was not turned off of chocolate.
