bleach doesn't kill, it only makes you crazy

i walked past a group of indian men drinking beer at a coffeeshop in chinatown. one of them was an old, crazy looking fellow with a big white beard.

he was holding a big bottle of bleach with the cap opened. he looked around for a moment, and then called out to his friend at the next table.

"eh kaam kaam kaam (come)," he said, asking the friend to pass him his mug of beer so that some delightfully tasty bleach could be added to it.

"daaan waaan lah, i naat krazee ah," his friend replied.

i didn't stay around long enough to see if the crazy old man drank the bleach himself.