“So, I make that mistake we’ve all made of going home with some young fellah from Lottie’s after 10 too many white Russians. The next morning I hear a little movement out in the house, and naturally, assume roommates. I’ve done the walk of shame past roommates before, no biggie. First person I encounter, coming up the stairs, is a teenage girl, weird, since she looked young enough to be living at home with a mom & dad, and well: she was. I get to the bottom of the stairs and there’s a mom & dad at the table — mustaches a soccer mom sweatshirts — staring at me like a demon who’d defouled their little boy. I don’t know how old that guy was. I never want to know, but guys, please: mention it to us if you’re still living at home!” – Creepy and Potentially a Cougar?