When I was younger living in Denver working as a Chef, I was dating this girl who worked at the same Restaurant. She lived with two other girls and I would routinely show up black out drunk and attempt to do the deed.

Well I was out heavily drinking at the brewery one night and ran into this hippie who was traveling around the country and living out of his van. We began talking and we started talking about snowboarding. We decided to go the next day.

I invite him to come stay at my place but on the way home I decided to make a detour to my so called gf's house. We walk in and everyone is asleep and I just tell him to crash on the couch and I proceed to go upstairs.

I wake her up and go on a marathon of horrible sex for what seems like forever.

Im finally ready to let loose so I pull out and all of a sudden I begin peeing all over her, all over her bed...everywhere. she pushes me off and I'm standing there peeing still. She begins screaming bloody murder and wakes up her roommates who run into the room. I turn in a confused state and begin peeing on them. They scream everyone's screaming. Then all of a sudden my new hippie friend runs up the stairs, they see this stranger in their house at 3 am and start screaming more...it was a shit show. Eventually everything calmed down somewhat and she cleaned everything up and I passed out.

I woke up the next day and the house was quiet and everything comes back to me..I'm mortified. I gather my things and walk down stairs and the hippie is gone from the couch. I head for the door. And I hear "Where the hell do you think you're going" I turn around and all of them are sitting down having breakfast including he hippie. Needless to say i had a lot of explaining to do.

On a positive note, we ended up going to loveland pass that day and had a great time.