On a ski-ing holiday several years ago, an old classmate had a nasty accident. When receiving one-one tuition (this bloke really could not ski) he snow ploughed into a ditch.
Prone to pining on school trips for his mother (despite we were 16 or so) he was pretty depressed and had been feeling unwell. Anyway he hit this snow bank & "superman'ed it" into a ditch about 4 feet deep full of snow. Where he puked in panic, then shat himself. Liquid shit. Lots of it.
We were on this trip in Canada, a very cold country which was averaging about -30 when we were out there. He was wearing thermal long johns, two pairs of trousers, all tucked into his ski boots.
THe PE teacher who headed up this trip after somehow getting him cleaned up, then took a very large bin liner of stained clothing to the hotel reception desk and asked for it to be dry cleaned. So he told us afterward the receptionist opened it to have a look inside and nearly passed out.
Sorry for length, but had to tell the world.
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