A salesman was at a convention in a fancy Chicago high rise hotel, and ate and drank a bit much. He went upstairs to his room on the 10th floor and went to bed. He couldn't hold back and soiled the bed linens. Afraid he would be found out and become the laughing stock of all the widget salesmen, he threw the bedsheet out the window.

About this time, one of the more adventuresome conventioneers was stumbling down the sidewalk after drinking his fill in a local bar. The sheet fell over top of him, and after he struggled out of it, he found himself face to face with one of Chicago's finest. The policeman asked what the hell was going on, and the drunk replied, "You aren't going to believe this, officer, but I just beat the shit out of a ghost!"

-Chuck, Vegetarian fanboy