Sleep Clubbing
Don't know if this was sleepwalking or some very strange illness I had that made me do this. Anyhow;

It happened about 10 years ago.
I was feeling really ill one Friday night. So at around 8pm I went to bed.
Woke sometime Saturday afternoon.
All seemed normal.

When I went into Uni on the Monday I was informed by several people that I'd been out clubbing with them on Friday night, kicked a Motorscooter-thingy over (complete with rider ...bonus points?) and was so paralytic I had to be bundled into a taxi and sent home sometime in the early hours of Saturday.

I was asleep! I hate nightclubs! I've never had a fight with anyone in my life!
I don't particularly like scooters, true, but I've never lashed out at one before!

Evil Clone? Mistaken Identity?

No.

I was told I took my jeans off in the course of the evening (as you do), and showed off my tattoo, which is not in a place I'd normally be showing to people I didn't know intimately.

I told them it couldn't have been me, and that I didn't have any tattoos down there. Somehow I don't think they believed me.
( BUTT FART is currently addicted to Improbable Island, Thu 23 Aug 2007, 0:18, Reply)