Reminds me of a joke I heard a long time ago.
3 ladies go out and live it up like their old college days but now with grown up hangovers. They're all sitting around the pool nursing bloody marys comparing stories of what happened last night when they got home.
Woman 1 : Man I was so wasted last night, when I got home I blew chunks.
Woman 2 : That's nothing when I got home I suddenly found my husband attractive again
Woman 3 : That's nothing, I got home and went for a skinny dip. Then I fell asleep naked on the deck chairs only to be woken up by the pool boy.
Woman 4: That's nothing. I was sneaking in the same time as my step daughter and her boyfriend ...
Woman 5 : That's nothing. You were all soft so I told the cab to turn around and I went back to the club and fucked that cute bouncer you all told me not to.
Rinse and repeat for as many stories as you've got in your arsenal until they're back to the start
Woman 1 : umm yeah, Chunks is the name of our dog
Good luck sneaking it past Laurels watchful gaze unless you make the dog the narrator