I used to live in a group house, and one of my housemates had a habit of throwing up in unusual places (i.e. not the the fvcking toilet like everyone else).
One year, I woke up the morning after Thanksgiving, walked into the kitchen to start the coffee, and there was a plastic salad bowl full of some sort of brown liquid sitting on the kitchen counter . Naturally, I leaned over to give it a whiff, and it smelled to be about 60 proof. I opted to leave it alone.
He plugged up the bathtub drain on another occasion, and of course, I was the one that plunged it. Imagine my surprise!!