Here's a long but funny story:
My junior year of college I was living in an apartment with another girl who happened to have the same name as me, except for the fact that it was spelled slightly different. To set the story, here's a little background info:
I and my roommate looked absolutely nothing alike. I was tall, she was short. My hair had curls, hers was straight. She was a little chunky. I wasn't. Also, she had a reputation around campus as being quite annoying, especially when intoxicated.
You all know that one girl at your school who gets trashed and then follows you around at the bar, hugging all over you and spilling your pitcher of beer all over the place? Well, my roommate was THAT GIRL and everyone tried to avoid her at all cost when we'd see her at the bar.
Anyway, on her 21st birthday, she went out with some friends to celebrate and ran into a really hot PIKE that we all were friends with at a local bar. To sum up this part of the story quickly, she was drunk, he was REALLY drunk, and they both wound up back at our apartment via taxi.
I come home a little while later, and she's sitting on our futon crying.
I ask her what's wrong, and through the drunken mumbling, I figure out that she's upset because the guy made it to her bed, completely undressed, but then passed out cold before she could close the deal with him. Now, he's taken over the entire bed (it was a daybed) and she has no place to sleep because she can't get him to roll over.
She begs me to help her out, so I tell her she can sleep in my bed with me (I had a queen-size). That isn't good enough. She also wants me to put his clothes back on. Why? I'm still not quite sure to this day, but she was quite insistent so I finally agreed to dress Drunken Naked Guy. I go in the room where he's sleeping on top of the covers and proceed to put the guy's black silk dalmation boxers back on so that my roommate will quit whining about having a naked guy passed out in her bed (
sidenote: considering the fact that this girl wasn't exactly cute, I would have thought she'd be proud of the fact that a hot guy was naked in her bed, not crying about it!) Anyway, I got the boxers on without the guy waking up and then went back to my room.
Fast forward to the next morning...
I wake up to find that my roommate has already gotten up and left for work. I go peek in her room to find that the guy is still there, still asleep. Apparently, my roommate was too embarrassed to wake him up and tell him to leave. So, I go over and shake him awake, telling him that I'll give him a ride home if he needs it. I end up dropping him off at his house on my way to class and we say goodbye. Neither of us mention the events of the previous night. I figured he was so embarrassed by the fact that he went home with Annoying Chick that he didn't want to talk about it, so I politely left the subject alone.
A few days later, I hear through the sorority grapevine that the guy is telling his fraternity brothers that he'd hooked up with ME that night. Turns out, he had been so drunk that he couldn't remember how he got to my apartment and didn't remember a thing about my roommate picking him up at the bar.
All he remembered was getting up the next morning and finding himself in bed with his boxers on. Since I was the one to wake him up, he assumed that I was the one who he hooked up with.
When I ran into him at the bar the next night and told him what really happened, he was SO embarrassed. The only thing that made him feel better was me telling him that nothing happened between him and my roomie!
He avoided her like the plague from that day forward to prevent a re-enactment of that night!