A Drunk Flanders Story: the best christmas gift you can get

This old classic is one of my favorites.
As Flanders' roommate, I've often witnessed more than my share of drunk Flanders shenanigans, many of which occur after Flanders has called it a night. This one happened after the infamous day of 21-21-21 during short term. That's right, 21 games of 21 cup in 21 hours. We started this venture at around two in the afternoon. By about 6 I had played twelve games of 21 and all of us were ready for a great drunk commons (a common occurrence during short term). Though that meal is hazy at best, I'm pretty confident I should maybe be a little embarrassed about the general sloppiness of it. After dinner I played two more games, painted the Chasement bathroom wall with chunder (i'd been recovering from a nasty illness) and was in bed by 9:30.

But this story's about Flanders. I was sound asleep in my bed when all of a sudden I was awoken by a crash and a thud followed by a string of drunk expletives. I sat straight up in bed and saw my roommate, the Flan-man, butt naked and holding up my dresser that was threatening to crush him. Most of the contents of my dresser were strewn all about the floor and the crashing noise I had heard was my printer, that had been on top of the dresser, had tumbled off, smashed Flanders in the head, and then hit the floor. Flanders seemed to be struggling as hard as he could to tip the dresser back upright while being to drunk to understand what was happening. It was like he had woken up in an awful nightmare where his head hurt for no reason and he was naked, confused, and had something heavy crushing him.

By now I'd been asleep for more than five hours and was sober enough to understand the gravity of the situation. I hopped out of bed, told Flanders to go get some clothes on, took the phone out from under the dresser that was preventing it from being tipped back up, and solved the problem.

The next morning Flanders barely remembered what had happened, merely stating that he had gone to bed and woken up with a headache, holding up my dresser. The more likely explanation is that he was sleepwalking (a common occurrence during short term), tripped, and grabbed my dresser to hold him up. But as with most Drunk Flanders stories nobody can know for sure what may have happened.
If you give Flanders beer he'll give you memories and entertainment. The gift that keeps on giving. I hope Flanders is drunk somewhere and that the people he's with are laughing.
Merry Christmas