This is only semi-related, but this reminds me of one of my Dad's more humorous memories.
It was high school and Dad was on a track team. He and his best friend were competing in a meet but his friend was terribly sick. During the race, the friend's illness caused him to puke and also lose bowel control. Dad finishes the race and cheers his sick friend on as the poor guy manages to finish the race with diarrhea running down his leg. Gross.
So afterward, they grab their fresh clothes, put up the gym shorts and hit the showers. Afterward when dad's getting dressed, the sick friend emerges after a thorough cleaning, gets dressed and goes to get his gym bag and its nasty contents...but it wasn't there. Someone had STOLEN the gym bag!
To this day, they still laugh thinking about what the thief's face looked like when he opened the stolen bag.