My mate Wayne is in trouble.
With his wife away overnight he had some friends round for drinks. A lot of drinks. It was a mix of male and femal friends some of whom stayed the night.
Clearing up the next day he found a pair of lady's knickers in the middle of the lounge. Having no clue what had gone on the previous night he decided to dispose of them. He elected to set them on fire and thus his wife, returning early, found him in the garden setting them ablaze.
He had no coherent explanation for this behaviour
It now emerges that his son's girlfriend had left some of her clothes at the house and the dog had stolen some of them and spread them around various rooms.
He now has to replace the pants
He is, of course, still in the doghouse
