You wake up groggy, and look around the room. You ask yourself the typical questions. “Where am I?” “How did I get here?” “Wtf happened last night?”

You realize you are in a frat house and begin to start to piece together what happened last night.

Inside you feel like:

But you give yourself a mental pep talk and begin to plan how you’re going to escape.

You climb over a body…

… and potentially down a ladder…

…and somehow manage to put your feet on the floor without making too much noise.

You begin to gather your belongings but come to realize that you are going to get so judged if anyone sees you walking around in the crop top and mini skirt you wore the night before.

But, hey, that’s when the most common srat girl idea ever pops into your brain.

Steal a shack shirt.

Because if you graced someone with your presence for an entire night, the least he can do is give you a free t-shirt.

Right? Right.

Yay for free t-shirts!!!

So you quickly put on your shoes…

…and your new t-shirt.

You do this as quietly as possible because if you wake him, then you’ll actually have to talk to him.

Sober.

So you avoid doing that.

Also you don’t feel the need the say goodbye because only awkwardness arises from that.

Like are we supposed to hug now or…?

So you escape the room.

But as you close the door, you realize you have only completed half of your mission.

Because now you have to escape the house without anyone seeing you…

… and you have no idea how to get out.

So you run down a hallway...

... and another hallway...

... and you make it out the door alive.

And as you leave, you vow to never shack in a frat house ever again.