That Guinness story reminded me of a story.
Last summer me and a few guy friends went away, and rented this nice farmhouse with a pool and stuff. We bought a bit of drinks. On one of the nights, we decided to drink until we got tipsy. One of my friends went a bit overboard and started drinking glasses full of vodka skittles (with no mixers). he took some 2 1/2 glasses, apart from the beer and Jack he had before. He was out of control, dancing everywhere and generally, being stupid. He also felt it was a good idea to sleep beside the pool. We didn't let him, mostly because we feared that he would wake up, and jump in the pool, all drunk. Anyway, We managed to take him up to sleep and then went back down to continue our night. At like 3 am, we decided to call it a day (or night ?) and go to sleep. As soon as we were going up, we could hear a really bad smell. My friend had thrown up (twice) on the bed, and all the the bed linen was dirty, along with the mattress. We could see whole bits of doritos and popcorn, which he had eaten the night before. We removed it, filled up the bath with water and soap, and tried to clean it off. Took some time. We gave him a pot so if he needed to throw up again, he can do it in it. Thankfully, he didn't.
We didn't manage to clean it fully, but by 5 am we felt that we had done enough. Thankfully, that was our last night.
It was a pretty funny experience looking back
Also, I know its not sick and twisted like some cousin sex or furry fantasies, but at least its genuine