Once, during my senior year in college, a guy named Morgan came over for a party. He got absolutely hammered and ended up puking in/on our toilet, shower, sink, bathroom floor, hallway walls, doors, couch, table, front door, stairwell, and seemingly every inch of carpet en route. I will never get the image or smell out of my head as long as I live. To this day, I instantly dislike any guy named Morgan.
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