Posted on 08/12/2011 7:02:43 PM PDT by Immerito
PLEASANT GROVE, Utah (ABC 4 News) - A Pleasant Grove man tried to visit his alleged girlfriend Sunday night, but he didn't make it where he said he was going. Instead he walked into the wrong house and into the bed of a woman who says she had no idea who he was.
Lt. Mike Roberts with Pleasant Grove Police described the events Sunday night after Michael Hanks went into the wrong house. Lt. Roberts said, “He walked into the master bedroom and climbed inside the bed with who he thought was his girlfriend and started to kiss her and touch her.”
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Yeah, but they tack on a 20% surcharge.
Because their pizza sucks!
I'm not going back either.
The service was lousy, they have no wireless and don't
even get me started on the surly washroom attendants.
That’s a nice story for when couples get together and “how we met” comes up!
I’ve known 3 people do this sort of thing.
A friend from college walked into his neighbors house drunk and crawled into bed with him and passing out.
A buddy from town walked into a neighbors house drunk in the middle of the night and passed out on his toilet.
This one made the local paper lol.
Another local bud crawling into bed with another friends ancient grandfather at 3am and passing out, drunk.
He got the bedrooms confused at the beach house.
And myself, drunk, after some U-Mass party waking up to a rapping noise on the window of some strange car in a strange driveway by a cop wondering what the hell was i doing sleeping it some guys parked car.
The cops were cool though, they bought me breakfast in jail that morning.
Whoops, That’s 4.
Ahh, The good ole’ days.....
Better hide yo kids, hide yo wife, hide yo kids, hide yo wife and hide yo husbands cause they’re raping everybody out here...
Don’t you hate when that happens?
If ASCII could blush, this post would be blushing.
About 25 years ago, I was at the bank cashing my check. I came out of the bank and saw my brother in the drive-thru lane, waiting for his turn.
I hadn’t seen him in a couple weeks and decided to take the opportunity to catch up with family news.
So, I walked over, opened the passenger door, sitting down as I said, “Hey, Dan! What’s up?”
The driver turned to me with utter horror. It was NOT my brother!
I apologized and quickly exited, explaining my mistake.
The car was identical. Right down to the rust spots and the creak of the passenger door as I opened it.
I am so glad the guy was not packing heat. He would have been justified, thinking I was robbing him in the drive thru lane.
I bet your brother got a good laugh out of the story when you told him. :-) (Or did you ever tell your brother?)
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