Originally Posted by
Liagala
I have no parent stories (well one, but it's nowhere near as good as the ones already posted), but I do have a roommate story.
So my first apartment was a 4 bedroom affair that spanned the 2nd and 3rd floors of a very old house (very very old, which means not so very stable). My bedroom was on the 3rd floor, and the other bedroom up there was empty. This led me to be a little less cautious than I otherwise would be in terms of noise and whatnot in having sex, since there was no one right next door to hear me anyway. One day my boyfriend and I were going at it with me on top, and I was apparently getting very into things. We went downstairs afterward to find my roommate sitting in one of those folding canvas camp chairs in the middle of the living room floor and playing x-box, with a couple pictures that normally hang on the walls, sitting on the couch. When we walked into the room he got up out of his chair, shook my boyfriend's hand, and congratulated him on a job well done. We were both pretty mystified, until he pointed to the pictures and told us how they had fallen off the wall, while his chair was slowly walking across the floor due to the movement of the ENTIRE HOUSE. My boyfriend started roaring with laughter, pointing at me and saying, "That was all her man." I was absolutely mortified, and of course the jokes followed me until I moved out of there almost 2 years later.