On a business trip once, I rented a car in sunny SoCal. One of the guys with me had a little too much to drink one night, and before we got back to the hotel he barfed all over the side of the car and got a little inside, too. Oh yeah, I was his boss.
The next morning it was too disgusting to drive. The guy was so hung over he wouldn't come down from his room. I sweet-talked the front desk person after showning her the car, and got his room key. I went into his room, got him dressed and made him brush his teeth. I then took him to a car wash and made him clean the car up. He was really hurting, let me tell you. Then I took him back to the hotel and said I would be back at noon for him and he had better be ready.
Oh, and the college I went to (University of Missouri, Rolla) was famous for their extreme St. Pat's celebration (lasted about 8 weeks or so - seriously.) I was in the quarter-barrel chug and hop, skip, and puke events several times at the Extravaganza party (one of the larger events) and came very close to getting tossed into Alice when I narrowly missed being voted a Knight. If anyone is curious what Alice is, it is the most disgusting vat of glop ever assembled by man. I would as soon eat rancid chicken guts than get tossed into that thing.