I had a friend who used to prance around his house in a bath robe. One eventful evening, myself, along with two cohorts, were loitering at his abode at the turn of dusk. After shooting the shit outside amongst ourselves we all went inside to bid adieu to our host. Upon approaching his resting quarters, we noticed the door was closed, too which we all found quite peculiar, seeing as though we were just mingling with the man five minutes prior. My friend gave a nice hearty knock to his door, and he received a warm greeting in response. Still something was not right. Out of instinct, feeling that something was out of sync my friend knocked on the door once more, a beckoning call of "Come innnnnnnnn" permeated through the egress. As we entered his shelter of slumber and longing, we were beside ourselves with the visualization of him on his couch wearing nothing but a bath robe and a shit faced smirk, with nothing but the belt of his garment covering his nether regions of rank.
A truly disturbing experience to say the least.