Skiing
My mate Dave was skiing in France with 2 pals. They had rented a room in a chalet. They were all getting drunk most evenings, and had bought their own wine to avoid paying bar prices. One night they fell asleep with bottles all over the place. One of the lads woke in the night to go for a piss, knocked a bottle off the table and walked in the broken glass. He cut his foot quite badly - blood everywhere.

Having no first aid kit in the room, my mate Dave went to find the chalet owners to ask for a plaster and a cloth, in his non-existant french. Walking back in he slipped in the blood, fell over and cracked his head on a chair. No blood, but he was knocked out and when he woke up he vomited everywhere. Many times.

The owners came knocking on the door to check their guests were ok, and opened the door to a scene of carnage: two blokes sat on the floor, covered in blood, puke everywhere, and a third bloke trying to staunch the flow of blood from his mate's foot with a tiny plaster.

The owners took control, cleaned the guys up, and took them to the hospital to get them sorted out. The lads came back from hospital to find a bucket and a mop in their still sick-covered room. Dave was about to go and complain that they're paying for this chalet and don't expect to have to clean it themselves, when one of his mates suggested that having woken their hosts in the middle of the night and covered the room in blood and and vomit is probably enough: no need to cause any more trouble. Another win for anglo-french relations.
(Smale is stuffed, Wed 29 Jun 2011, 13:42, Reply)