Subliminal Revenge?
Back in the dim distant past, when I still lived at home, I came in quite late after a night of darts and pool. I raided the biscuit tin, eating all the chocolate ones, then put myself to bed and slept soundly until next morning. Or so I thought. I got some funny looks from my parents when we passed in the kitchen as I left for work next morning, but nothing seemed unduly out of the ordinary. It wasn't until I got home in the evening that the full story of the night before came out.

Apparently at around 3am I had walked into my parent's bedroom, turned on the light, picked up one of my father's shoes and emptied my bladder into it. Obviously as it was only a size 9 it rather overflowed all over the carpet. When I was finished I carefully replaced the shoe with it's partner, walked into their bathroom, flushed the toilet, turned off the light and went back to my room and back to bed.

Alcohol may have been involved.
(dprid, Tue 28 Aug 2007, 20:28, Reply)