Toilet on the right,bedroom on the left.
It was a lovely party,really. We'd been drinking ourselves silly all day and were sprawled about the living room when our blissful stupor was interrupted by sudden screams from the bedroom down the hall.

Turned out that our mate Frank,who'd stumbled off for a piss not long before, had become a little directionally-challenged as a direct result of excessive alcohol consumption.

Too wasted to know his left from his right,he entered Dan's bedroom instead of the bathroom that was opposite,walked up to the bed then proceeded to unzip and let loose a massive stream of hot,beery urine all over Dan's sleeping form.
Following this violation,Frank did as all thoughtful,drunk friends do and passed out on the floor.

Revived by the screaming,some of us managed to wobble into Dan's room to take in the marvelous sight of urine-soaked Dan shouting abuse while kicking the snot out of the completely unaware Frank.

To this day Frank swears it was an accident,but some of us do wonder. . .
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Sat 3 Sep 2005, 17:00, Reply)