One the morning after my stag party (I demanded it be branded a stag party, just something different ya know?), my buddy Will* wakes me up at like 7am and says he and Todd* are hitting the road. He also says "oh, I think Tim* may have crap on the floor in the (hotel) bathroom." I'm like, okay, bye bye I go back to sleep now. So a couple hours later I wake up and remember what Will* told me so I go take a look and there's Tim* laying on the bathroom floor by the toilet, pants and underwear down to his ankles, with a nice little poop right there on the floor next to the toilet. As far as poops go it was a cute little thing. Anyway he had no recollection of what happened and we spent about 2 hours on the drive home theorizing about what in the world happened.
* - indicates that names where changed to preserve anonymity.
