Both my best bud and my old boss's name's were "Danny" (not actually their name, but we'll just say that for the sake of the story). So it was the night of this Tame Impala show we were going to and had been talking about it for a while, contemplating what drugs we were going to do, when we were going to do them, etc. So I had just railed a line of about a gram of MDMA that I just picked up earlier in the day. Then I called who I thought was my buddy Danny up on the phone and remember saying this direct quote: "Yo what's up Danny! (He just responded with a hey) I just picked up a gram and I have to say, it's probably the cleanest shit I have ever done. Have you dropped your tab (of acid) yet? Are you heading over so we can leave soon?". My boss Danny, who I had actually just called, just responded pretty calmly with a "what are you talking about?" I immediately thought to myself, oh fuck, what have I done. I said back on the phone "Oh shoot, I'm sorry I have the wrong Danny". Luckily my boss is pretty cool so he just played it off like he didn't hear what I said, and told me I needed to come into work more because they needed help. The moral of the story is to ALWAYS put the last name of a person into your address book, because you might not get as lucky as I do.