Party piece.
Before i left home, my brother and I knew a guy who lived in a caravan in his parents garden. We and another friend popped round for a smoke one evening and through the dense fug of the hotboxed caravan, he'd casually mentioned his party piece. We demanded a demonstration, which he duly provided. We were impressed, so he did it again. And again.

You see, his party piece was to take a tin of pre-cooked sausages, swallow one and bring it back up whole.

However the third go wasn't quite as successful as previous attempts.
The sausage came back up for sure, but was no longer whole and was closely followed by that evenings dinner. Judging by the amount of sausage-laden chunder now adorning the sleeping area of his tiny dwelling, lunch too.

Needless to say, we left, laughing like stoned Hyenas. We never found out exactly how he mastered the sausage trick, though rumours were that his relationship with his stepfather was questionable at best.
(toomanydecibels has bleeding ears on, Mon 11 Jan 2010, 15:53, Reply)