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Originally posted by LivnLegend
The next night I didn't go out and drink because I was catching a flight home early the next morning, but he did go out to get hammered. I don’t know what time he got in but at one point I was again awoken by the sound of you know what hitting the floor. Except this time it was about a FOOT from my bed! I said "Come on man, what the hell!!!" He must have been snapped out of his slumber/daze because he said "Oh sorry" and it turned off like someone shutting off a faucet. I’m not sure if he pinched it off or what. He slogged off to the bathroom to finish while I put the pillow over my head and desperately waited for sleep to overtake me again. I never did see him or speak to him again.
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Frightening.
Once, me and some pals returned from a night out and went up one of my mates' rooms - his roommate (who had been out independently) was paralytic drunk in his bed. We spent 30 mins trying to wake him. Eventually, we got him awake, he insulted us all (mine was 'commie bastard', which he refused to apologise for the next day claiming 'you are one'), and staggered to the corner of the room. He pulled down all the posters of the wall he could reach, and started pissing on them and the carpet, while his roommate was trying to stop him with ineffective blows to the back. He then staggered back to the bed, grinning, and reached under for his stash of adult magazines, and murmured 'masturbation'. Thanfully, we managed to force him back into his prone stupor before he went through with the dreadful deed in a room of sober, surprised people.