True story;
I know a bloke who got up at 5am for work, showered and grabbed what he thought was a can of coke out the fridge on the way out they front door.
It was a beer. He drank it anyway. He thought it didn't taste too bad so he had another & then another.
He then rang in sick, demolished the remains of the fridge, cooked bacon & eggs and went back to bed.
He told us what he'd done that night at the pub when he came to have his second session of the day with us :lol:
Legendary.
I'll raise you:
One of my best mates is an accountant. He loves a beer/scotch but anything illegal's not his bag. He was living with two brothers who were right into pharmaceuticals. Being a proper bachelor pad, all three were pretty casual about dishes and cleaning up. Anyway, my mate, being a workaholic got up at six and went into work. As he was going he scraped together some toast, using a knife sitting on the bench. About 30 minutes later, he started to feel a bit weird and spacey. Things were moving around his office a little and he was feeling like he could knock off all the work he had assigned for the day. His flat mates had been using the butter knife to cut up speed the night before...
Good thing he ate, because he wouldn't have been hungry again for a while