Too many, all disasters
After a very long drunken session with my mates I told them they all kip at my house (that I jointly owned with my, by then, ex girlfriend). She was away on holiday. I told them that under no circumstances could they sleep in her room as I could do without the inevitable hassle when she returned. So they didn't...

until I had caned out after which Edd slunk in, passed out, vomited all over her bank statements and investment reports before trying to hide it all under her bed.

I found out several days later when the smell became sentient.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:15, Reply)