I dunno. When I was a little girl back in the early 50’, my mom and dad would have a cocktail when we went to dinner. Of course, I was ordered a Shirley Temple which I normally slugged down immediately. When my drink arrived, I drank it. Our dinner came and I went to eat my hamburger and the insides slipped out then I fell on the floor. My mother was mortified. I vaguely remember the incident but my mother did and it truly embarrassed my normally very prim/proper mother (he he) served her right.
“I’ll have what SHE’s Having!”
I too am the victim of something, something I do not remember that has caused me to live a life of libertine debauchery. Feels good to have it out in the open, huh?