Ah yes
Friend of mine, can't be arsed to think of a clever code so let's call him Steve.
We got completely destroyed on weed and liquor and since we could barely remember how to get to the door, he crashed at my place for the night.
Wake up in the middle of the night to discover:
a) Steve is suddenly in my bed.
b) Yep, still wasted.
c) Steve is shaking me awake, a look of panic on his face as he tells me that he'd lost track of time and we had to leave soon.

Immediately after this he passes straight out. Odd, I thought. Since my mind wasn't in any condition to remember pressing activities on my schedule, I began to panic he actually meant it. So it was my turn to shake him awake. He sat bolt upright and resumed panicking.
"Smith, we've got to get to the airport!"

He passed out again. I realized that Steve was just drunk talking at this point, but he kept waking up and weaving an increasingly elaborate story about how we would miss our flight if we didn't leave soon, and how they would lose our luggage. Never did find out where we were headed.

Apologies for (insert knob joke here)
(A Wooden Leg Named Smith, Fri 24 Aug 2007, 19:05, Reply)