So they can charge a $150 "cleaning fee."
Welcome to another instalment of "Maybe Just Don't Fly."
Good news for theatergoers who like plays but wish they barfed more!
"Tried to fight a fire hydrant."
A seemingly endless stream of drunk people's urine is eroding the stone foundation of the world's tallest church in the German city of Ulm, and no one quite knows how to stop it.
Alexander Reynolds, party photographer at Eddie Davenport's infamous Gatecrasher Balls, remembers what it was like to snap the children of aristocracy while they threw up and fingered each other.
Puke in the shower, passed-out guests, and shit on the walls, just to name a few.
Drug paraphernalia, poop where it doesn't belong, bloody panties, and one dead hamster.
The holiday has become a wasteland of commercialization and bad jokes, but one brave group of heroes is fighting back, one upset stomach at a time.
Since I was seven years old, my life has been governed by a phobia of getting sick.
Laganas, a sun-kissed village on the Greek island of Zante, is the kind of vacation destination where it takes ten minutes to get drunk, another ten to reach orgasm, and an eternity to get over all the horrible things you've done. Naturally, it's a...