Back in the day when I worked at the stereo store, a co worker’s live in girlfriend left him abruptly, which created a financial issue for my coworker.
All of us offered to lend him money, which he refused.
His solution? Hard boiled eggs and chocolate milk during the day and store brand tequila at night. I’m talking white label with black print. Tequila. That’s it. Maybe $7 for 1.75 liters back then.
This went on for two weeks. One Saturday morning, he rips a hellacious fart that was the equivalent to an over the fence home run. Another coworker was nearby. The look on the fartee’s face was something to behold. I can’t even begin to describe it, although no one who witnessed it will ever forget it, He covered his mouth and ran out into the parking lot and puked like a champ. I think I saw a boot.
Good times.