My uncle gave me a canister set because he was moving and didn't have room for them in his new place.
The canisters (5 of them) were all filled with pasta.
I put the canisters in my car, which is the place where things go to be forgotten.
I went to pick up some of my friends to go cruising, and when we were all in the car one asked what the deal was with the pasta.
On a whim I grabbed some and told them it was for throwing at people who ask dumb questions (I know it wasn't a dumb question) and I threw it at him.
It escalated from there. Every piece from all five canisters was scattered in my car, in everyone's hair, in everyone's clothing.
I still find pieces of pasta in my car. That was four years ago.