"My boyfriend's dog had broken his leg," Holly Marie Combs once recalled, "so I let him sleep in the bedroom, which, by the way, has white carpet. We were sleeping when we heard an explosion of gas and the smell hit us like a brick wall. And we were like, 'Oh, my God. Please tell me he didn't.' Not only did he have diarrhea on the carpet, but he also somehow sprayed it onto the wall."
[Combs once had 17 pets, including three horses, four fish, four birds, two dogs, two Cats, and two rabbits.]
["I have no interest in a guy," Combs once remarked, "who doesn't know the right end of a screwdriver."]