In my early 20s, I was at a party where assorted bottles of beer were iced down in a large galvanized tub. I was selecting the Heinekens I could find, but my friend was grabbing Budweisers because he didn't want noner that fancy imported shit. He opened his third and took a mighty swig and then started spitting and sputtering. 'That beer's gone bad!', he shouted. I looked in the bottle and saw a blob of some sort, so I poured out the remainder and managed to sling the object out of the opening - a cigar stub on which bite marks were still visible. My friend saw it and began retching uncontrollably and ran behind some nearby bushes. This continued for what seemed like 10 minutes and was a great source of amusement for passersby...and myself.
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