Reminds me of my bachelor party. I was so drunk, but still mobile, that I couldn't ride in a car. My fiancee, now and still very forgiving wife, picked me up and tried to take me home. I was so sick I wanted to vomit from riding in the car, so I asked her to stop about every 100 yards. So, in Montana, in February, I decided I might feel better if I pooped, in one of our stops I squated on some unknown lawn and pooped. So someone woke up to footprints leading up to a brown stain on the snow on their lawn. My poor wife-to-be didn't know what I did until she rented us a hotel room because I wouldn't make the 20 min ride home and stuck me in the shower with my clothes still on. HOORAY College life!!!!!