"Tom" liked to party with the neighbors. Since we lived in a culdesac at that time, it was always easy to connect with our neighbors, especially on the weekends. It was not uncommon to have a firepit in the middle of the street, surrounded by lawn chairs, etc. One Saturday night, we had a block a party, and Tom stayed out much later than his conservative wife, who went to bed around 10pm. Just before the cows came home, Tom staggered home, relieved himself, and went to bed.
The next morning, Tom's wife discovered that he had walked in the front door and peed on the livingroom coffee table.
After than, Tom never partied with the other neighbor guys any more. (His leash was too short.)
Of course, I have absolutely NO such stories about Mr.4444 getting in trouble with me, so I've shared one about a former neighbor of ours. I invite you to do the same.