Typical night out. just having a drink, when a guy asks if im going out for a smoke. get outside and he keeps walking turns down an ally where he way drops his jeans. so then we get down to it and when were done he steals my knickers and runs away.

I went to a concert this june with a bunch of my friends. It seemed like a grand old idea to drink a bunch of vodka to the point where i didn't know where i was. Apparently i fell off my girlfriend's shoulder and cut up the entire right side of my face and got a concussion. On top of that i got alcohol poisoning and was rushed in an ambulance to the hospital. My parents had to drive an hour and a half to come pick me up.

Apparently, I cannot be taken out to classy bars.. cause i flash my titties at the the coat check, makeout with random people and almost get kidnapped by old eurotrash men. whoops

As us Northeastern kids have the coop program (internships for 6 months) we have to manage going to work and partying like the average college kid at the same time. So on a Tuesday night me and my friends head out to the bar. We get pretty drunk and party pretty hard for a work night. I am not sure what time I passed out but I do wake up with a major headache and throw up all over my sheets. Not only am I hungover but I am late as hell to work. Now I did drink but I really didnt drink enough to get sick and for that matter throw up on my sheets. As I have never done that before as well. I begin, “Did I get rufied last night?” After of whole day of thinking about what could of possibly happened to me I get a phone call at about 4 PM. My roomate proceeds to tell me that him and my frat buddies pranked me…”WE PUT CLAM CHOWDER IN YOUR BED!”

So me, my two best friends (who are dating), and my ex boyfriend decided to drink last night. One thing led to another and I ended up making out with my ex.. and my best friend.. and then her boyfriend.. it was sort of a mess. but in all that confusion and unsoberness, I felt really terrible because I miss being with my ex so much. Odds are he won't remember anything.. but should I talk to him? Should I text him and say like, "wow.. what happened? haha" or something like that? i know when you're drunk you don't think but.. they also say when you're drunk you do things you want to do and use being drunk as an excuse.

One day i was making a batch of special brownies and while making them, my friends and i decided, "Why not give some to my mom?" about an hour after she ate one she was trippin balls. Thing that sucks is that when she came off the high, she knew what we had done. The devil turned into the super devil. i got beat up by my mom and had to go to school the next day with bruises.

We were chillen at my friends barn havin a party and playin ruit. I all of a sudden had an idea to go to Dunkin Doughnuts 15 or so beers in to the night. i strap on m rollerblades nd go there somehow. Not even outa the parking lot nd i dropped my coffee everywhere. im bladdin back with my phone in one hand and a box of a dozen doughnuts in the other about half way back. i apparently hit a pothole goin 20 miles an hour down a hill and smashed my head on the pavement nd got up 5 minutes later, lying in the middle of the road, and the next week i was informed that i had a severe concussion by the doctor and i was lucky i could still remember things.

Apparently, at McDonald's at 2 AM I b$#%ed out the mexicans working cause I thought they were laughing and talking about me. Ugh... I was standing on the counter ready to kick there ass. My friend told me later they were talking about their family and scared sh#$tless.

on a beautiful spring day in burlington,vt me and three of my buddies got really drunk and high in the afternoon and decided to go play a quick 9 holes of golf at the public course near by. the day was going great, infact i was playing the best ive ever played before despite all the booze i was drinking. until i was on the 8th hole teeing off. i guess my iphone was in my hoodie pocket and slipped out during my back swing and as it was falling down i was coming back to slam the ball instead i slammed my iphone 30 feet in front of me. talk about perfect timing. i look down and see the ball was still there while my friends were laughing there ass off and asked "what the fuck did i hit if i didnt hit my ball?" they told me to just go look for myself. of course what do i see my iphone screen smashed into a thousand pieces. i almost murdered someone that night. and i didnt even bother finishing my game.

Last night I was at the bar. My ex boyfriend from a year ago was there and he came over to talk to me. After he cheated on me I promised I would never hook up with him again. 3 hours and one too many drinks late our clothes were off and we were getting down and dirty in my bed. I have no self control :(.