Don't know about whistling, but my Grandpa claimed he'd had lightning shoot out of his bum when he'd overindulge.
Only other symptom seemed to be the ability to compose totally wild sea stories and recite the entire thing without a hitch.
(I personally don't advise plugging your ears; Mine would always get this real pleasant ringing just before the naked Viking Princesses came to take me away....)
“””(I personally don’t advise plugging your ears; Mine would always get this real pleasant ringing just before the naked Viking Princesses came to take me away....)”””
LOL!
I once had a thing about a late night bowl of hot grits and elfish vixens making cookies crumble underneath an old oak.
I told some people about it and they thought I was nuts.
I kinda like the idea of letting hot Viking sheild-maidens pillage my village and one named Calgonis taking me away!
I think maybe I’ve been hanging out with two hardcore anons on here a bit too much! ;)