Lasagna murder
My friend told me about a time he got really hungry and decided to ride his bike to a bar to get some food, but accidentally (?!) got drunk and had to attempt the ride home with a full pan of hot lasagna. After multiple drunken crashes and approximately half of the lasagna littering the path home like some Italian bread crumb trail back to sobriety, he arrived into his garage and ate the remaining lasagna with his hands. He then passed out with the garage door open, only to be discovered by a neighbor laying uncomfortably on his garage floor covered in spaghetti sauce. The neighbor screamed like a little girl thinking he’d been brutally murdered but luckily he was only a buffoon.
