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Originally Posted by WhawhaWhat
I got really drunk in college one night and walked into the wrong house and went to sleep on the couch.... in my boxers. I had no memory of how I got there and I barely knew the people living there.
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Someone did this at my house when I was still living with my parents. My mom woke me to ask why I didn't tell her I had a friend on the couch.
I hauled the guy out onto the front porch and started pounding him. He got away and I didn't give chase, but I can definitely relate to beating up some drunk douche that stumbled his way into my vehicle. Being really drunk isn't an excuse.