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OK so this isn't really a scandalous story (because I don't feel the need to share intimate details about my sex life on the internet!) but it's my favorite.
It was about four in the morning and I was drunk and making out on my bed. Because I was drunk, I had poor coordination skills and when I rolled over, I fell into the laundry basket (and then my soon-to-be-boyfriend was trying so hard not to laugh that he didn't help me out of it). It woke my roommate up. So I'm drunk, stuck in this laundry basket, and my roommate's sleepy and confused and asking, "What's going on?" Almost two years later, she still likes to retell this story to just about everyone we know.
So yeah, now that everybody thinks I'm retarded, they can share their stories . . .
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