I ripped off an SBD in my buddy's truck, just as he was dropping me off from our weekly trapshoot night. It stunk, badly. Very badly.
Paint-peeling bad.
Three days later, he picked up his girlfriend, and she asked "Who chit in your truck".
To this day, 17 years later, he still is pissed about it.
We haven't been to a Taco Bell since, either, at least when he's driving. Thank God.
