NeighboursI used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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I'll regret telling the internet this...But I shared a house with 5 other lads.
I have always been prone to sleepwalking when stressed and I was going through a particularly stressful time in my life dealing with losing family members and having my girlfriend cheat on me.
I woke up for university fairly chipper, wandered in and sat down in the canteen for a bacon sandwich when my mate and his girlfriend came over to confront me.
Apparently I had kicked open his bedroom door in the night, grabbed his girlfriend and tried to pull her out of bed whilst screaming at her before storming out of the room and marching around the house.
This would be the first of odd sleepwalking experiences that saw me wake up to find all of my clothes piled in the shower, outside the house and part way down the street and a few other odd things.
Needless to say I was not the best flatmate to have for a few months.
I'm over the phase now, all is good with the world but still, I will be remembered at uni by several as "the guy that kicks open a door, pulls sleeping girlfriend of friend out of bed whilst calling her a whore"... not the most catchy of nicknames but heh.
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