When I had my 21st party, I did it at a friends house as I was living out of town and it was easier for me to fly there than everyone fly to me. It was just meant to be a night of quiet drinks, and I invited a friend I hadn’t seen in a while, and she brought someone I went to high school with. Now as you can imagine, I was excited both to see my friends and to celebrate my 21st. My memory is completely blank for the whole night, I woke up and realised I crapped my pants, so in a very hungover panic got up before anyone came into the living room, changed and left. Then I got a call from a friend saying someone had shat on the coffee table in the living room. They thought it must have been the girl I went to high school with, I put two and two together but let her take the blame. They all hate her and if any of my friends see the two other friends that got the blame they give them the biggest death glare. Sorry guys, but I won’t be admitting who the true table shitter is
