My girlfriend a few years back was super sick. She called me one day specifically to tell me about her recent bathroom adventure, in which she had to deal with a combination of puking AND diarrhea. The apartment she was living in only had a small, narrow bathroom.
Well, she had a choice. She could either bend over and puke first, or sit down and sht first. Either way she was going to have to take a chance.
She chose to puke first.
She chose wrong.
As she was bent over puking, her ass released its cargo. Apparently she was literally firing 'rhea into the wall opposite the toilet, while simultaneously puking into the toilet bowl.
The worst (best?) part was that directly opposite the toilet, along the fecally-decorated wall, was a steam radiator. All her shit was dripping down into the fins of the radiator as well as behind it, makin it nearly impossible to clean.
Her dog was so traumatized that she later fond him under blankets on the couch shaking furiously. The dog though he did somethin wrong and witnessing that explosion of bodily fluids was his punishment.
She moved out a month later, but her roomate is, AFAIK, still living there.