I was desperately looking for something, when I came across the very foul smelling pig bucket.

We were having this huge ass party out in the waps somewhere on spring break, at some guy's pig farm. It was a large, quiet space in the middle of nowhere--in other words, the perfect place for a loud beer-filled party.

My boyfriend Del was drinking like it was his was his last, and was soon looking more than a little green. We were in the kitchen, trying to find something else to drink, when Del turned to me, and said that I better find him something to puke in, or he was going to blow chunks all over the floor.

I was desperately looking for something, when I came across the very foul smelling pig bucket. I turned to Del, who started to cover his mouth, and quickly handed him the bucket.

He leaned over it and, after catching a whiff of the most foul smelling shit there ever was, he became violently ill. The next morning, not knowing what to do with the mess, I simply threw it over for the pigs, and to my disgust, they were all over it like it was Christmas dinner!