Notice how so many of these stories start with one night in my dorm room? Well anyway…one night in my dorm, my roomie comes back latenight plowed and ploppes into bed. He wakes up hours later and i hear what i guess is peeing. I figure he is peeing in a cup or something and i fall back asleep. The next morning he wakes up and asks me why the hell all the books in his bookbag are soaked! I started laughing my ass off!! What a new excuse…sorry teach i cant hand in my homework i peed on it! I just couldnt stop thinking of the fact that he had to read those smelly expensive textbooks with the pages stuck together for the rest of the semester 
Went out to Wyoming one spring break with a ski/snowboard team.
Met a guy who’s now one of my best friends. He was sharing a hotel room with 2 other guys–one was his cousin, and the other was a bit of a punk who happened to be the cousin’s friend.
The first night out, pretty much everyone got trashed. His cousin woke to find his friend pissing in his suitcase. As we all were staying at a hotel, finding a place to do laundry was a bit of a challenge.
This same guy brought a chick back to the room, and they started going at it, completely oblivious to the fact that there were other people in the room. Once again, he was pretty drunk.
After Dave and I dragged Jesse up a flight of stairs, he passed out on the bed that was against the wall. There were two beds in the room, but since it was Dave’s place I had to share a bed with Jesse. I woke up with a start in the middle of the night because Jesse was inches above me. He was getting out bed and had to climb over me. Closed my eyes to go back to sleep. Opened them again when I heard Jesse urinating in the room. Too late to stop him. Once done, he walked over to the other bed and crawled in with Dave. In the morning Dave was confused, wondering how Jesse ended up in his bed and why his sweaters on the floor were damp with urine. Jesse had no recollection, so I had to explain.