I sure am glad I didn't listen to any ding dongs who wanted me to pour that in my truck...it's moonshine.
I'm out in my woodshop putting a key in the shaft of a bandsaw and the mamasan rolls in. Her nose starts twitchin' like a rabbit like she does when she wants to smell something. She goes, "What's that smell?" I say probably gas I been pouring it out on notebook paper to see if there was oil in it. A can of VP mix the distributor gave me for tuning up his saw came up mysteriously full after I know good and well I used every drop. She says no I smell booze. Have you been drinking? I go hell no I don't drink in the first place but now that you mention it, I smell booze too.
She went in the house and I start looking around. It turns out my uncle Dale who keeps his V-Max in my saw shack also decided to stash a gallon of shine in an empty VP premix can he'd garden hosed out and dumped in a gallon of booze. He was hiding it from his wife Shirley and from me too I guess. Haha what a bunch of hillbilly.
What do you think that would do to a 325 HP fuel injected Dodge?