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Mom Helps Naked Dude To Bed After Mistaking Him For Her Son

 

Someone needs to remind this lady what her actual son looks like.

Juliet Jarvis was trying to be a good mom when she tucked in who she believed was her 30-year-old son Stewart Kinsey. The man, who’d painted half of his face like a skeleton for Halloween, simply said “thanks,” and went back to sleep. But there was on problem: this wasn’t Jarvis’ son at all. And Jarvis didn’t realize it until the next morning.

The 49-year-old only realized it after her husband, Cliff, said, “There’s a naked bloke upstairs and it’s not Stewart.” And who was it? It was 29-year-old Marc Campfield who had ended up inside the house after being kicked out of club in Farnham, Surrey, for… falling asleep. And Campfield still isn’t sure how in the hell he ended up in the Jarvis household.

 

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Initially, Campfield tried to pretend he was a friend of Stewart’s but realised he wasn’t going to be able to get away with it. “I tried to bluff that I knew their son,” he told the Sun. “The lady took a picture of me to send to him. I knew then I had been rumbled.”

Still, everyone saw the funny side. Juliet brought the naked stranger a pair of her son’s trousers and a t-shirt so he could make his way somewhat sheepishly downstairs.

“We said, ‘Did you have a drink last night?’” Ms Jarvis explained to the paper. “He replied, ‘I think so,’ and we all started laughing. My husband ran him home. He was obviously house-trained as he knew not to walk mud through, his shoes were in the conservatory.”

“I could not have stumbled into the home of two more lovely people,” said Mr Campfield. “They were so understanding.”

Here is my nice new son.
Found upstairs, on my dressing room floor under a duvet cover 4.30am last night.
When I gave him a pillow he said “thank you” and I thought, Hmmm, Stewart sounds very polite. Thought it was odd that Stew’s car wasn’t outside and a bit strange that he would come round in the early hours for a kip in my walk-in.
But he looked like my son enough to pass a cursory. (Stew changes his hair n facehair a lot.)
I thought his hand looked mucky, but figured it could be that his car broke, and just thought ah well, Stewart does funny stuff, he can explain what he is up to in the morning.
So off I went back to bed.

In the morning it turned out it was a guy called Marc, with a half painted face who had left his clothes in the conservatory covered in mud, with his muddy phone. I wonder if he was walking home and threw himself over the fence at the back? Or did he pick up all that mud in the woods? We live in the middle of nowhere.

Bwhahah, random night for Marc.
I wonder if he even knows my son?
Husband has dropped him off where he lives a few miles away, so who knows.
Obviously housetrained by someone, he knew not to walk mud through, his shoes were in the conservatory.
Happy Sunday!

 

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