So there I was, waking about in the nude-
the girl who rents my spare bedroom was out having previously told me she's going out to the cinema the going on a night out. I'm milling about downstairs then invite myself back to my room for 'coffee'. Excited at the idea, minime starts collecting blood that hould be used for other stuff like paying attention to my surroundings. Me and my semi-erect minime walk round the corner at the top of the stairs just as she's walking out of the bathroom. I scream and jump, she does the same, then I apologise and walk into my room. That's my story of a "surprise Lodger".

No apologes for length, though apologies for it slapping her in the face when I jumped.

edit: it's only saturday and we're already sinking to depths of crap-punnage that should surely wait until wednesday! Curse whoever declared it unpunnable!
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Sat 30 May 2009, 18:11, 2 replies)

To paraphrase rules 34 and 35:
34. If it's a QOTW, there is a pun of it.
35. If there is no pun of it, a pun will be made of it.
( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Sun 31 May 2009, 0:34, closed)

What do you mean we?
Only terrible puns here are from you!

*hopes noone checks the replies to the unpunnable declaration*
(Scritty Bakerman., Sun 31 May 2009, 12:26, closed)