Two men are left alone late one evening to finish work painting a Concorde.
One man notices that the paint has an uncannily similar smell to that of vodka and dares the other to take a swig.
The man takes him up on this and despite the revolting taste notices that the paint has some alcohol effect.
37 cans later and the two men are pretty pissed, so they decide to stagger off their own separate ways.
The next morning, one of the men wakes up with the most incredible hangover and feels the need to rush to the toilet.
He eases himself out of bed and finds himself being hurled halfway across the room until he hits the wall.
"What the fuck!" he exclaims upon noticing that some tiny little wheels have appeared on his feet.
He skates across to the toilet where he has a close look at himself in the mirror.
He notices that he has grown a long pointy nose, his shoulders have been moved back,
and his arms have grown long and thin.
At this point the phone rings, it turns out to be the other man from last night.
"What the fuck s going on" he asks, "I've got wheels on my feet, wings instead of arms, and my head looks like a cockpit!", "Yeah," says his mate "I know, whatever you do don't fart. I'm calling you from America!"