Once, at work, someone brought in red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. They were so good, I ate like 3 or 4. A few hours later, the cream cheese started to go through me, so I went into the bathroom and let go. See, the secret to red velvet cake is red food dye, so when I was (about) finished, I looked into the toilet to admire my work, and of course it was bright red, like bloody looking. I thought I was having multiple organ failure, and I was pissed because I was going to die at work. Took me a minute to realize what it actually was.