Friday's we normally have some friends over. After a few select adult beveridges of different varieties, I had starting feeling a little too comfortable with my surroundings. I then proceeded to urinate from the back sliding door, into the back yard. Some dirty bastard then thought it would be a great idea to smack my a$$ with a mixing spoon (the one with three slits...less wind resistance). Leaving three welts on my hind quarters, and me being a little intoxicated automatically assume it is my gf (turns out I have quite the appealing tail and it wasn't her). Playful banter ensues and somehow escaltes into an arguement...big surprise! After the guests awkwardly leave, the dispute is brought upstairs, and we proceed to have our normal arguement over the previous game of "I never." While leaning on the bed post I, with my superior drunken hand-eye coordination, lose balance...and smack face first into the closet door. Everything is a little fuzzy after that. But I woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover, three welts on my a$$, fifty cent peice size bruise on my forehead, and my pants in the closet.