A story from a classmate.

Her one friend from the south can't use public restrooms, and somehow she got into this yearlong program where she was going to go live in France to study French, so to prep for the flight, she worked out a lot and didn't eat so she could go the entire flight (which was 2 legs) without using the restroom.

When she got to the airport in Paris, the older French couple picked her up and took her to their apartment, where they tried to entertain her while their little dog yapped around her feet and she was on the point of fainting from being tired and dehydrated and needing to piss, so she politely struggled to ask for the bathroom, and when they showed it to her, she practically ran in, she had to piss so bad.

But, it was a room with a bath, not a toilet.

So, she decided to sit on the sink to piss.

But, despite being short, she was like 250lbs, so the sink broke off the wall, and there was this huge crash, and the couple began knocking on the door frantically, and she opened it up and they held her by the arms and led her out into the living room, and she was crying hysterically and trying to explain in bad French what had happened, and the little dog was running around on her feet and the older couple were talking rapidly to her, and she was just more and more confused and distraught, so, still needing to piss, they led her to the couch to sit down, and she practically collapsed onto the couch, she was so worked up.

Then, they noticed the dog wasn't yipping, and they looked around, and it was nowhere to be found.

Then, the southern girl realized that when she had staggered back and falled back into the couch, she had sat on the dog, and had killed it.