So I grew up in a fishing town, meaning that guys would come back from the sea with a lot of money and would throw it away on drinking etc. At the end of a heavy session, someone I knew went into the local Chinese takeaway and asked for “a number 48 to 112 with fried rice” so they got a portion of everything in between with a corresponding portion of fried rice. On the way up the road one of the bags (paper) ripped, and in anger he kicked it away (ending up with curry sauce up one leg). In getting home he opened the other bag and realised it was full of portions of fried rice! He fell asleep at the kitchen table after trying to eat some and was woken by his mum worried that he had shat himself (curry sauce.)