One weekend night back in my formative years a few of us went over to my friend's mom's house in Wayne that was on a lake. We took to a bottle of Frangelica like it was our mission in life and I got so drunk I lost control of my body's regular functions. Somehow all the evidence remained in my tighty whiteies, and, embarassed, I disposed of them in a big garbage outside the house without anyone knowing. Around ten years later this same friend was getting married and I went to his engagement party and was chatting with his step-dad when this guy mentioned this one time he knew we were partying at his house and he came home to find a crap-load of underwear in his garbage and after admitting it was me and after we shared a good laugh he went and told everyone at the party.
Welcome to the party.