About 30 years ago, a group of guys, including my dad and I, boarded my dad's Dakota and another guy's twin and flew to Mexico for a fishing trip. The twin carried 2-3 cases of beer. It was about a 4-hour flight. When we landed in Mexico, the guy's on the twin literally staggered off the plane, one of them almost fell down the stairs. They'd gotten into the beer on the way, but had no way to relieve themselves (duh!) without emptying another can of beer to pee in. That became a vicious cycle of drankin' and peein' which resulted in most of a case of beer demolished. And pee they did as soon as they were off the plane, right at the foot of the stairs, no matter who was watching. Then came the issue of removing cans full of urine, which were filled to the brim and doth runneth over. It was a mess, and the cabin smelled a bit peeish. I was just glad I was flying with my dad in the Dakota.