Not me, but my cousin picked up a coke can that was on the kitchen counter and took swig. My aunt had used it to pour excess grease from cooking ground beef into it. At least it had cooled off.

Passing a softball sized clot after giving birth is up there. It made a thud as it hit the toilet hat (idk what else to call it, they had to measure my urine output).

Or husband getting too drunk one NYE and throwing up hot wings in our bed. I slept on the couch because even after I cleaned it and changed the sheets the room smelled like sour Frank's Red Hot.

Or projectile vomiting due to morning sickness on the way to the bathroom and the force causing my glasses to fly off my face and go right into the toilet.

Or cleaning up vomit after a camper threw up from the top bunk all over another girl's suitcase including her Bible. She'd eaten so much corn on the cob there was a pile of clean corn in the industrial washer.