That makes you a pruno man. Pruno's the good stuff.

Fruit, candy, ketchup, sugar, milk, stale bread, hell, I've even heard of people using Cheetos, all crushed up, filtered through a dirty sock, and aged to a fine vintage of 'as long as you can get away with'.

If you're lucky, you'll catch yourself some botulism and win an all-inclusive trip to the club-fed health spa.