When we were in high school, my brother would always blame his barfing due to overindulgence in alcohol on Jack In The Box tacos. Sorry, Jack. To this day, even though we've ratted Stuart out a hundred times, my mom will still tell you the story about how "those Jack In The Box tacos always made your brother sick."
One night, my brother came home, sat on the couch in the den with my mom and tried to appear normal. After about ten seconds of deep breathing and head swimming and useless denial, he bolted from the couch to the bathroom and ran smack into the wall leading into the hall which would have eventually gotten him safely, if not soberly, to the bathroom.
My mom's words of wisdom to my dumbass brother?
(For the sake of my continued amusement of the following commercial, we shall all assume that this dude has not yet partaken of any mind numbing substances, is not driving under the influence and will eat his tacos after firing one up at his stoner pad when he gets home.)