SO I finally had a good one for this thread last week. I was in Chicago, got sh!tfaced. Walked from the bar 2 miles and change to my cousin's house (where I was staying on my visit). That's all I remember. Not a very good story yet.
I wake up in the living room to, "Gavin, are you naked under that afghan?" I am in fact naked under the afghan. Strange for a few reasons, one of which is that I fell asleep in a bedroom- with clothes on.
Come to find out apparently 'round about 330 am I blasted through the door to my cousin and his girlfriend's room, butt-ass naked then wander off. Hearing this the next morning everybody laughs, I get my drawers handed back to me- they were in the hallway.
So I get up to take a wee to find that someone has taken a dump in the guest toilet, no wipe, no flush.
Hmmm?
This is the best we can figure: got up from a blackout to take a very urgent doo-doo, couldn't be bothered to deal with the fallout, got disoriented and after entering the wrong room settled on the the brand new white couch. :-\ The girlfriend does not find any of this amusing. Neither do most of you probably. I, however, cannot stop laughing about it.
So who wants to go drinking?
xoxo,
G
ps- the couch came out unscathed.