Triple post, but what the fuck.
I too was once guilty of being a dirty bastard.
It was during my backpacking days and following a night out on whiskey. I somehow managed to return to the hostel where I had a room barely big enough to contain a bed.
On waking up in the morning with a gargantuan hangover, I discovered I'd vomited, profusely, all over the remaining floor space.
Being to ill to clean the mess up without adding to it, I made my escape by jumping off the bed and out through the open door.
There is no moral to this story. Only a plea.
Don't judge people too harshly. We've all been there and if you haven't...you will be.
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