While sipping back on a little too much of daddy's old scotch, you begin to feel nauseous as your previous meal catches up with you. Then, the real party begins. A mass explosion, with vomit exploding out the front and your feces exiting the rear. Thus, you have begun the ol' dirty double discharge.

Wife: “Have you put the sheets out to dry and put the towels on?”
Husband: “Yes. You know I am a grown adult also used to live alone so you do not need to micro marrige me”