I was about 16 and had an after-hours party in the bowling alley that my Dad owned. I thought it would be a good idea to drink grain laced punch with the usual 2 six packs of beer. After everyone else went home (prob 4 am) I decided I needed to poop. I went into the ladies room because it was the closest. The last memories I have are of feeling like I had to puke, and not standing up in time.
I woke up in a pile of puke with my pants down around my ankles, and I hear VOICES! Seems that there was a ladies group scheduled to have a get together that morning! One of them had come in to use the bathroom and went to get my Dad! 
I'll bet my Dad wanted to de-nut my dumb ass, but he never really said anything about it. I guess he figured the embarrassment of having to clean up the bathroom in puke stained clothes was enough.
