My first year of university
was spent in a co-ed dorm, with girls on the second and fourth floors and guys on the first and third. Over the course of the year I got to know quite a lot of the girls on the second floor, and was friends with most of them.

One day at the end of the spring semester Cathy comes down to the laundry room where I was washing a load of clothes. She dumps in her laundry and says, "Man you find out some weird things at the end of the year."

I looked up from my book. "Like what?"

"You know, things that you did while you were drunk. I blacked out a few times this year, and they've been telling me about the things I did that I don't remember at all."

"What!" I put down my book. "You mean... you don't remember us?"

Her jaw dropped. "Wha..."

"I'm really hurt! I thought we had something good together that night, and was wondering why you weren't coming down to my room. I'm insulted! You don't remember?!?" And I flounced out of there and upstairs, leaving her gaping behind me.

I ran into Cindy and quietly told her what I had done, then got a change of clothes and went to my girlfriend's dorm across campus for the weekend. Apparently they played it up and told her some stories of the sounds coming from Cathy's room that night and how they saw me doing the Walk of Shame early in the morning with a big grin on my face.

They let her believe it for over a day before someone finally told her the truth. When I came back to my dorm she greeted me with "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 13 Jan 2012, 0:04, Reply)