I once 'shotgunned',
as the parlance of the day would have it, a can of 'Kestrel Super'. A superb idea, which immediately resulted in an overwhelming desire to rid myself of 500ml of shaken up 9% alcohol lager.

I sprinted to my friend's lavatory and proceeded to void my innards in a most spectacular fashion, remarkably almost entirely into the intended receptacle, but with one single exception.

A single, entirely whole, plum tomato, which sat jauntily on the seat of the lavatory looking for all the world like it had come fresh from a can.

It was fucking weird, I tell you.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 7 Jan 2010, 22:25, Reply)