I once got chosen for a tie break at a pub quiz and we were too drunk for more questions so the too teams elected to put a pub size jar of pickled onions into 2 bowls and pick their team champion....I was on our side, very young and rather squiffy.
15 mins into the contest I leaned over to the rather violent man on the other side, stared him in the eyes, and asked him ever so sweetly if I could have some of his onions as I had run out..... He never answered and instead just fainted- whimp!
We won
I was made to sit in the back of the car all the way home as I chuffed like tooting Billy for the hour it took to get home.
Needless to say I skipped on a fish and chip supper on the way home and one bright spark brought me a pickled onion from the chip shop.......
I ate that and they all felt sick!