Hahaha. Then a person would feel as tho they were playing at the Vegas Cue Club.
All you would have to do is add the trail of vomit into the can that one had to step over and around all night long because someone didn't want to clean it.
It smelled like a fire hydrant in a dog kennel. One urinal was working and all the donikers were plugged except one. Glad that I didn't have to have a dump the night I was there or I would have been hovering over top of the seat.