I was best man at a mates wedding and stayed at his parents house. I was served the warning about not splashing down (apparently I had a reputation) and bare in mind that him and his Fiancee had picked me up from a pub near to their town and I was minging and stale swamped and chunder stains all over was the order of dress. After the obligatory meet the sister and family and sisters best mate (oh yes) promptly went out for his stag do. Eventually the next morning I awoke to suprisingly a bone dry pit. My mate of the holier than though scowls about swamping had fully lagged the bed and was in serious grief with his mum! Oh Happy days. I could have moved in I was the golden boy. I may have peed on him in his sleep but no one knows that for sure!