Umm… were you protecting the waffles or your modesty? 
Amen to that. Dude. I mean, I don’t know anyone from Eve here anymore, but I know when I see a Johnny L.A. post, it will prominently feature The Roomie.
weren’t they dual use waffles as long as you had a few?
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Sigh. That didn’t sound so confrontational in my head. It was meant in a good-natured ribbing way, not maliciously.
Having a roomie has recently given me different things to talk about. I mean, I’d never have been caught if I was still living alone! 
The carpet, actually. 
I think my thought process was, “Oh crap that’s not my roommate oh crap RUN RUN oh crap don’t drop the syrupy waffles on the carpet oh crap oh crap oh crap” It wasn’t like I took the waffles with me because I thought he might eat them and I would have no way to stop him, what with being naked and hiding in the kitchen and all, just that I didn’t want the plate to go flying and get syrup everywhere.
The bolded portion is pure gold, thanks, been having a crap-tastic day.
A couple years back one morning I took the paper onto my back patio wearing nothing but torn, white briefs. Of course I locked myself out. The neighbor who I am friendly with was not home, natch. The only other neighbor I knew was the leering old gay guy next door. So I had to knock on his door in my drawers to use their phone to call the locksmith. Not funny at the time, but it’s pretty hilarious now.
I came home from work one day after shoveling my car out at work and then shoveling my parking spot out at home. I was soaked, freezing, numb, and miserable. I walked in my front door, shouted out a greeting to my fiance and started undressing. My fiance shouted a greeting back to me but said nothing else so imagine my surprise when I walked from the front door (completely naked) to the bathroom for a hot shower and saw that the person sitting on the couch was NOT my boyfriend like I had thought. It was actually a friend of his from work. The friend was a girl but it didn’t make me any less uncomfortable. It’s not like it’s strange to take off the soaked clothes right at the front door, especially since the washing machine was also right at the front door. It would have been nice if my boyfriend had included a warning about a guest when he shouted out his greeting.
He, of course, thought it was hilarious.
I managed several years of roommates without getting busted, so of course it wasn’t until I owned my own house with my husband that I was caught in the buff!
We have a split level house, and I was in the downstairs shower (our bedroom was on the garden level and our office was on the top level). My husband had invited our friend over while I was showering. I had a question about something or other before I bothered getting dressed, and as I was walking up to the main level and out of the corner of my eyes saw hairy legs walking up to the top level and naturally thought it was hubby.
“Hey babe!” I called out, then bothered looking up at the owner of said hairy legs, only to discover that they belonged to friend rather than husband. I casually said, “oh, you’re not A.”
I pressed myself up against the stairwell and tried to melt into the wall, but it was far too late at that point, so I just smiled like an idiot and starting feeling very warm (I don’t ever blush, so wasn’t sure what was going on until I saw myself in the mirror after my retreat to my bedroom). Friend went upstairs to the office where hubby was and let him know what happened. Peals of laughter ensued and husband rushed downstairs to make sure I wasn’t overly embarrassed. 
To this day, our friend is still very proud that he was the only one that was able to break my modesty streak.
Uncomfortable, yes, but still I think it’s best that you were the one caught naked in this situation
That is very true.
The cool move would have been to quickly improvise a waffle-kini and casually sashay out of the room.
What exactly is the problem here?
I think I found what I am giving Johnny for Christmas!
Shh! This probably isn’t a good thread to mention “the tiniest bit.”
I’m disappointed this didn’t lead to any kind of weird porno story! I want my money back!
Johnny, I would pay good money to see you in this!
I do. And pbbth is right – she broke the previously-held record by a full 1.38 seconds.
Now, if she’d been holding a plate of crullers, we’re talking about a whole different scenario here.
I was watching the cheezy “Village of the Giants” (1965) last night, a bunch of ‘teenagers’ swallowed a potion and grew into, well, giants. Grew right out of their clothes, leaving them starkers. Luckily, they were in an old theater and tore down the ropes and curtains, fashioning scanty, sexy, professional looking belly-dancing costumes. With their important bits somewhat covered, they were then free to terrorize the town and shake their considerable booties in a slow-motion freestyle 60’s dance (and one of them was Toni Basil).