One drunken evening at our flat last year, my flatmate and a girl who was there were extremely drunk. One thing lead to another and they headed to his room. They went in and locked the door.
Now the thing about his room, was that it has an en-suite behind it, and one of our friends happened to be in there at the time. We were aware of this, and my flatmate wasn't. After a couple of minutes our friend who was in the bathroom left the bedroom with an unrivalled speed. This was obviously very hilarious to all of the rest of us, who knew what was going on.
Having been interrupted, my flatmate and the girl came back out to the party. Laughs were shared an' that.
After a little while longer, they obviously fancied the idea of getting a little further, and maybe finishing the job this time, so off they went into his room, with him locking the door of this time.
One of our friends then had the brilliant-at-the-time idea to replicate the events of the first time, by climbing through the en-suite window. The bedroom was on the second story, by the way. So after climbing up our fire escape and somehow navigating himself across and into the window, he went into the en-suite head first. We were waiting outside the bedroom door for the ensuing hilarity. After waiting an overly long time, and seeing the light in the bedroom turned on (from under the door) we began to wonder what was going on in there (we had music blasting so we couldn't hear anything). All of a sudden the door flies open and out runs our friend, with our completely naked flatmate standing there with a semi!
What had taken so long was that the door only locks with a key, and our flatmate was so wasted that he couldn't find what pants his key was in, and was so wasted that he thought he had put a towel around him, when he had done no such thing. Our poor friend was trapped in there with our wasted, aroused flatmate fumbling around for a key.
Needless to say, after the horrors of what we had just seen, the rest of my flatmates and I, who had previously not been drinking, decided we need to wash that memory out of our minds as quickly as possible with alcohol.
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One of my mates needed a place to stay one night, so he stayed on my boyfriend's couch (in his room) that night. Being the horny bastard I am - I woke up in the morning extremely randy, noticed my mate was awake, but mouthed a 'good morning' and using hang signs asked him to turn around and go back to sleep.
And this coming from someone whose prifole says "Interests: Rape" 
lol....
