My old drummer Arty was a little off in more than a few ways. Apparently he was in the habit of saving his "clippings", and had been for years. He kept them in one of those glass decorative jars with the dome glass top and plastic seal. When asked why or what he planned to do with them, he always shrugged and said "I'll find something useful someday". Weird cat that Arty.
A few years back, Arty found his use for them. He had been ripped off on a P.A. when his last band broke up by the lead singer. Arty waited until he heard the guy was getting married, and had a friend who was invited deliver Arty's wedding gift. Yep, beautifully wrapped in colorful foil, with a nice ribbon on top. After dinner and some dancing, the bride and groom started opening gifts, and when the bride opened the jar, the "funk" actually made her vomit and cleared most of the reception hall. Weird cat that Arty.
Randy