Back around 2001, I went to visit a friend at the beach. We had planned to watch College Football, but after a few beers, he thought I would more enjoy the game tied to the rope bench. I spent one full half staring at the ceiling as my friend watched the game in the other room.
Note the bottle of Poppers. Every time there was a commercial break, he would come in, feed me some poppers, work me over through my Levis, then go back to the game to leave me simmer.
