>>Anyway, where was I? - that was back in the day when you went to a party and spent the 1st half hour looking for an ingenious place to stash your booze, that no-one else will think of. In one of those parties I remember stuffing half a bowlful of cheesy cylinder things in my mouth, only immediately to discover they were dog-ends (buts). Man it took me a week to get that taste out of my mouth!
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>I've seen a guy, dead drunk, placing a lit cigarette on his sandwich (confused it for an ashtray) and then eating that sandwich. Didn't notice a thing, except that a few people were laughing their donkeys off.

Again, ironing when the phone rings ...

Did he also stub his lips out in the ashtray?

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>In another instance, a friend of mine found an old frankfurter in her boots in a cupboard... a week after the {still missing English expression for "doček"} of the new year.