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It wasn’t a party. It was a PINT-POCALYPSE.
🧠 Narrated by Ned Neuron, certified disaster sommelier
“Imagine dying not from alcohol poisoning… but from alcohol physics. I hate it here.”
– Ned Neuron
🍻 London, 1814: The Year the Beer Fought Back
Let’s time-travel, friends.
We’re in St. Giles, a crowded, poor neighborhood in London.
It’s noisy. It’s grimy.
And right in the middle of it is a massive beer factory owned by Meux and Company Brewery — known for brewing porters, aka the dark, heavy stuff that tastes like it’s been bench-pressing your liver.
One fine day in October, this brewery was sitting on top of millions of pints of beer, stored in huge wooden vats sealed with metal hoops.
And then...
💥 Snap. Crackle. KEG-Splosion.
At exactly 5:30 PM, one of the giant vats — holding 135,000 imperial gallons of beer — just said:
“You know what? I’m done.”
BOOM.
The vat exploded so hard it sent a chain reaction through the entire storage room.
Other vats ruptured. Walls collapsed.
Suddenly, nearly 400,000 gallons of beer — roughly 1.5 MILLION liters — came crashing out like a brown tsunami of drunken vengeance.
🌊 And the Streets Ran Brown
The beer flooded the streets of St. Giles.
Barrels? Gone.
Brick walls? Flattened.
Houses? Demolished.
People heard the roar and thought the brewery was under attack.
It was.
By beer.
And this wasn't like, “Oh no, I spilled a pint.”
This was like if a brewery and a firehose had a rage baby.
🏚️ “Help! I’m Drowning in Beer!”
Some people ran for their lives.
Others didn’t get the chance.
Several cellar homes — yes, people lived underground next to the brewery — were instantly flooded.
At least eight people were reported dead.
Cause of death: being hit or drowned by beer.
That’s… that’s a horrible way to go.
Sticky. Tragic.
Smelling like failure and foam.
👀 But Then It Got… Worse?
As crowds gathered to help or gawk at the mess, some folks saw an opportunity.
They brought out pots, pans, and jugs to collect the flood beer.
Others just drank straight from puddles like feral frat goblins.
This led to another wave of tragedy:
Reports of alcohol poisoning from people drinking contaminated flood beer.
Because if London’s gonna have a disaster, it’s gonna double down on dumb.
🕵️♂️ Did Anyone Get in Trouble?
Surprisingly… no.
A court ruled that the flood was an “Act of Nature.”
(As in: Nature was apparently in a mood and wanted Happy Hour.)
The brewery got off clean.
No one was fined.
No changes were made.
In fact, they were given a tax break to help them rebuild.
So… the beer killed people, and the beer company got rewarded?
Capitalism.exe has stopped responding.
🧠 Ned’s Takeaways (a.k.a. Spilled Thoughts)
Yes, you can drown in beer. It’s not a myth. It’s British history.
1814 was basically “Sharknado” but with kegs instead of teeth.
If someone ever says, “Don’t cry over spilled beer,” remind them people literally held funerals over it.
Nothing good has ever started with “Let’s store this in a massive wooden vat.”
And finally…
Beer is not your friend.
Especially when it has momentum.
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Or the beer. Just don’t drink it off the street.
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