From the "now it can be told" department:
I have a roommate. At about 2 AM Friday morning, while he and his girlfriend were snoozing peacefully, Makeanassofyourselficus (the god of sleepwalking) commanded me to go to his bedroom and attempt to purchase a cigarette. Neither of us smokes. Of course, I remember none of this. I reportedly tugged at the covers and everything. It was awkward hearing about it secondhand. That nicotine is some addictive stuff.
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