[TSgt]

It was a bloody mess. Stocks, shucks, kernels, buckshot, stalks and barrels.

Guns and butter...

[Grizzled Bear]

I lost mine in a bizarre gardening accident involving a drummer who chocked to death on vomit.

The most disturbing part of the situation was that it wasn't his vomit.

The tragedy is that the authorities never determined whose vomit was involved. I mean, back then, you couldn't just go in and “dust for vomit.”