Last year, my roommates and I had a party. I had to get up early the next morning to take an exam, so I crashed pretty early, but everyone else raged super late. Anyway, I'm leaving the house the next morning, and see that this kid we knew was sleeping on the futon in the living room (this will be relevant later). So as I'm walking out the door, I get a faint whiff of shit. It's pretty mild, so I assumed somebody must have just stepped in dog shit, and I leave. I come back from my exam to find both my roommates on the front porch literally doubled over in laughter. "Did you see what happened to the fucking chair?!" Uh oh. Apparently, nobody else had spent the night except for the guy who was passed out on the couch when I left, so at some point during the night, In a drunk, drug-induced stupor, this kid had climbed over a chair to sit on what he thought was the toilet. This toilet, was, in fact, another chair that was conveniently placed in a corner, behind a table and more chairs. How the fuck he managed to do that, we will never know. The shit he took on this chair was unlike anything I've ever seen before. It was a pile of soft serve about a foot in diameter and 4 inches deep. What still haunts me to this day is the fact that after doing that, he pulled his pants up and went back to sleep on my couch. And what the fuck did he use for toilet paper?