Reminds me of a buddy back in the day who use to ride the town bike every once in awhile. She used to like the beads. One night after to much booze and Mexican food he decided to cowboy up and giddy up that pony. Of course you know where this is going. She screams it’s time and he rips that strand out at full speed and she unloads all over him. All over the ceiling from the beads. All over him and the bed, and the last thing he remembers as he runs out after getting in the shower is her lying there begging him not to tell anyone and his silhouette in the wall in scat. Of course that stayed a secret never. I was there for the next day when she came into our job crying and begging. But of course everyone already knew. Never saw her again. Lots of disappointed people that week.