I've got some embarrasing stories, but most of them are drug related so I figure it isn't entirely my fault. One time, I was having sex in my room, and you have to bear in mind that this was at a time when I hadn't been sober and awake at the same time in like 6 months. My room stank of fetid bong water that had been repeatedly spilled on my carpet as well as from the constant smoking that went on in there with no windows. Anyways, at the time I also had a whole bunch (enough, trust me) of not exactly sealed hallucinogenic fungus in my room, which as any drug enthusiast knows, can stink right nicely. Needless to say, it was about midway through that she spoke up about the smell and had to get the fuck out of my room before she was sick. Thank God I was high and didn't really care either way. I am such a winner sometimes.
Then, there was another time I took a girl home from a bar, and we went back to her place only she forgot the keys. So, she wanted me to break down the door but I refused and after about 15 minutes of insisting, I convinvced her to wake up her landlord to let us in. Long story short, she got evicted and I had to take her back to my parent's house who probably heard every last moan. I then dodged her calls until she got the hint because I'm sweet like candy.