Well, I'm loathe to admit this, but one night I was so drunk and confused as to where I was that I mistakenly dropped my pants and shit all over a rack of nine-ball. Fortunately it was on the table next to the one I was playing on so I figured what the hell, no harm no foul. I was wrong on both counts.
It was so foul that the guy playing there threw up all over a woman playing eight-ball at the table next to the one I crapped all over and it started a chain reaction. People started puking in every direction.
One guy tried to hold down a mouthful of barf only to have it blow out his nose spewing chunks of what looked like pork chops all over a really good looking woman sitting at the bar. To her credit she only farted and left through a side door.
By then I had sobered up enough to realize what was going on and sneaked out the back where I ran into that really good looking woman and we left for some coffee.
I've had worse nights. :smile: