My friend moved into a new apartment at the end of last summer with my other friend. This was the first weekend they moved in, and were throwing their first party. He was doing the whole Jack's and red-bull thing all night (I despise this drink...tastes like medicine to me) as well as shots of Jack. Anyway, he was pretty wasted to say the least, needed assistance standing up, the whole nine.

So everyone left except for me and this girl, and my other friend that lived there went to bed. So I'm like, 'where's so and so'...and she's like 'no clue'. So we search the house, and even went outside and down the street a little...he was nowhere to be found. After searching for a while...I decided maybe he left with a girl or went to another party. Me and the girl left and she drove me home.

The next day I call to check up on my friend. What happened was...the place they live has two apartments...my friends live in one, and the prick landlord in the other. My buddy somehow went into the landlords apartment at some point in the night, and passed out on his couch (thinking it was his apartment as the apartments are set up similar) LOL! He said he awoke to the sound of the guy in the shower, and high tailed it out of there when he realized where he was...I remember the landlord knocking on the door a few times to say it was really loud, so if he saw him on the couch...they woulda got the boot for sure...on the second day after moving in hahah. Unbelievable.