I feel your pain Ghost. After one party at what was once called "the Outlaw Penthouse" (which was the name of the apartment we had on the top floor of an apartment near UNCC), a friend of mine had crashed early in my room, so I took one of the two couches. Another friend took the other couch. I awoke to the ominous liquid sounds to find the friend who had passed out on the couch standing next to my couch, facing the corner, and unleashing what had to be a gallon of recycled beer into a small trashcan in the corner. When I asked him what he was doing, he looked confused. I told him that the bathroom was down the hall and he promptly shuffled in there, pants around his knees.
I made him empty the trash after he sobered up.
I made him empty the trash after he sobered up.