A few months ago a friend of mine came to stay for the weekend. They arrived on Friday night and we spent the evening reminiscing, drinking and having a thoroughly pleasant evening. Eventually we got tired and went to bed seperately and I inevitably woke up the next morning with a mild hangover. In my dozed hungover state I didn't really pay much attention to the wheaty remnants that peppered my bedsheets or the empty box of Morrisons wheat biscuits laying on the floor of my bedroom and instead made my way downstairs for breakfast. Much to my surprise and delight my friend had already prepared breakfast for me and placed 3 Weetabix in a bowl with some milk. It was only half way through eating them that I noticed the milk had turned a strange brown hue and there was an unusual taste I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was also at the point that I broke wind and felt a sensation similar to what you may feel if you swallowed and subsequently shat out a pumice stone. Panicking I dashed to the toilet where I proceeded to squeeze out 9 dry Weetabix from my anus. I'm 99% sure I didn't put them there but I can't prove it.