According to my pal Krevin, the Banana-Sprite Challenge is designed to test the mettle of even the toughest stomach. Thinking the Banana-Sprite Challenge was lameass, I accepted.
It was a mistake.
The rules of the Banana-Sprite Challenge are simple: Eat a banana, then immediately chug as much Sprite as humanly possible. According to the laws of banana-carbonation-lemon-lime dissention, your stomach will purge its contents.
"No way" I contested. I just could not believe that was possible. I was confident that I would not regurgitate the creamy banana-spriteshake in my tummy.
Phase one was acquiring the banana, for eleven cents at Food Basics. Bananas were 33¢ per lb., so my banana was a 1/3 of a pound. We then purchased a 2L bottle of Sprite, made by the Coca-Cola Company. With all our supplies, our shopping was done and the experiment entered Phase two.
Lorbo had invited us over to her place for the experiment, so that her and baby Carter wouldn't be bored. With Krevin documenting everything, I sat down and ate the banana. Lorbo and Krevin had poured me tall glasses of Sprite. I drank the first glass very quickly. I usually don't drink pop at all, so it was slightly difficult to swallow with all the prickly-hurty bubbles in my throat. But, I toughed it out and drank the second glass as well. By the time I had finished the 2nd glass, Lorbo had filled the 1st one again and, obeying my thirst™, I grabbed it from her. About half-way through the third glass I started feeling a little odd. But I powered through and started on my fourth glass.
Things were really slowing down at this point. As well as feeling really weird, my stomach was basically full. I only downed half of the fourth glass, for a grand total of 1.5 litres of Sprite. From start to finish, it had taken me around 7 minutes to eat the banana and down the Sprite.
When I stood up I discovered I had a problem. I did not feel well at all. In fact, I couldn't stand completely upright. It was like being stuffed full of the biggest roast beef dinner ever, and totally hammered, but without any of the awesomeness associated with being wasted. After 20 minutes of feeling like I wanted to die, I decided I had had enough. The fingers went down the throat.
My 5 minutes in the bathroom completed "The day of vomiting" or "Pukefest '06", following baby Carter just doing what comes naturally, and Krevin - due to a night of drunken Karaoke.
An hour later, at my parents house, the rest of the Sprite came out naturally - for about 3 minutes straight. I had a hard time explaining that one to my dad, but at least now he knows not to accept the Banana-Sprite Challenge.