Speaking of throwing up in tubs and stuff like that: when I was at the Art Institute, I lived in a small little community of townhouses behind the school that was specifically designated for students. Because it was wall to wall kids, there were parties to be found almost every day of the week. There was this one girl, in particular, who was absolutely gorgeous, and probably the best looking girl in our neighborhood. All the dudes wanted her...until they found out about her secret. Girl loved to party, but when she had too much to drink, she would wander off into a random room, go in the closet, cop a squat, and just shit all over the place. Like, this wasn't a random occurrence. She soiled many a carpet. Such is the story of Crapper Kate.