SleepwalkingA friend of mine once cooked an entire meal for two in her sleep, ate the lot and washed-up before going back to bed.
She has also awoken to find herself naked, on a fire escape in Fulham, confronted by two burly - and not to mention excitable - officers of the Metropolitan Police.
She doesn't even live in Fulham.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 22:21)
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Happy ChristmasI arrived home from my office Christmas party so drunk that it was all that I could do to tell the wife that "I really, really loved her" before passing out on a violently rotating bed.
Several hours later, the weight of ten pints on my bladder, I found my way to the toilet, where I let go with a blessed stream of hot, beer-flavoured urine.
Alas, the way of the drunken sleepwalker is not true, and the bedroom light was switched on by a horrified, shrieky Mrs Duck to reveal her drunken husband pissing all over her dressing table.
All my Christmas presents were under that dressing table, and I received them, several days later, slightly crinkled and with a charming yellow tinge.
At least two of my friends did exactly the same thing that night, including one who had horified passers-by as he took a whiz out of the bedroom window.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 23 Aug 2007, 9:11,
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