Don't Shit the Bed

My sister was always someone who you could count on to take someone home after a long night at the bar. One of those nights we came home with a slew ofpeople, drank into the morning, and finally went to bed dispering around the floor. The next morning I was sitting in the kitchen with my buddy nursing the hangover from hell when I saw my sister's date go take a piss. Seizing a golden opportunity to check on my sister and make sure everything went ok I went to her room. As I walked in I noticed something along the edge of the bed. My first thought was this clown vomitted in my sister's bed but on closer examination I started to wish it was vomit. Negative. It was poop.

Apparently the dude must have woken up nude and had a doorknob or whatever you want to call it sticking out and it smeared all over the edge of the bed. I woke my sis up to show her what a gem she had chosen the night before and she was passed out in fecal matter. Needless to say the dude has not slept over since.