My dad always had did that. Ceasers are a favorite of his with a celery stick right in the glass. Apparently he told me when I was toddler I used to sneak and take a sip when he wasn't looking. EEWW!
Though he fucks everything up. My mom made a good vegetarian chili on the weekend and I was looking forward to left overs
(Chili tastes the best a day after it's made) and my dad had to dump a bunch of moose meat in it.
I'm a vegetarian and that's not fair. The worst was when pig blood leaked onto my food on the shelf below in the fridge and trashed the veggie goodness.
Anyways, I always hated V8 but now I love it for some reason. It makes me feel good.
Though I wouldn't mix it with anything.