My (only) walk of shame story...
I went to a party one Saturday evening at the dorm next door to mine. I ran into a friend of mine, and we started chatting... to make a long story short, he and I are now married.
Next morning, I put on last night's clothes, which thankfully were subdued enough to be "acceptable" for daytime wear. My hair was a mess, and all he had was a little plastic comb and one of those short bristle brushes that are fine for short hair but do absolutely nothing for long hair... so I'm using this comb to try to put my hair in order, and of course I'm failing miserably.
I went back to my dorm and ducked in the back door, and went up to my suite, where a couple of my suitemates were having breakfast. Everyone in my suite knew I shower in the morning, so when they saw me walk in fully clothed and THEN go take a shower, they knew precisely what was up
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