In a shared flat in my second year at uni a (female) flatmate got so annihilated that she shat in the middle of the living room floor before passing out. We all realised fairly quickly, as she had managed to shit (and wee a little bit) on an electric socket (extension cable) and had fused the electrics of the whole flat. Better than finding her dead in a pile of her own shit.. Brings a new meaning to the old Ren and Stimpy classic "Don't whizz on the electric fence".
I also have an acquiantance who on a drunken night in some friends' house disappeared to the loo, only to re-emerge proudly with a new moustache and beard. His own poo. Horrifying. He is a singer in a punk band in Camden - I wonder if anyone here will recognise him (snigger).
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