Apparently, last night i wanted Mcdonalds really bad. long story short. i wake up in mc'ds parking lot naked next to my little sisters tricycle.

My friend's parents were out of town for the week of spring break so we threw down at her house every night. One night, we got bored and decided that pool hopping would be a good idea. Drunkenly, six of us went from house to house around her neighborhood taking off once piece of clothing after each house. Along the way, I passed out in the middle of one of her neighbor's backyards and woke up wearing nothing but my red underwear to a random dog licking my face.

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!”

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.

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.

Last semester I decided to pledge a fraternity that I had really wanted to join. Happily, I accepted my bid and they guys had a ”bid party” for us. We walk into our president’s apartment and there is kegs, jello shots, and handles of rubinoff waiting for us. The beer pong table and flip cup table were ready to go. It was going to be the new pledges vs the brothers. Keg stands, beer pong wins, and endless games of flip cup . Everything was going great and after a few more rounds of various games I passed out… I wake up completely naked, wearing nothing but a ridiculously huge sombrero. It was totally dark, and I seemed to be on the side of the road somewhere. I made my way to a gas station where the guy let me use a phone to call my girlfriend to pick me up. Later I found out that all the while I was drinking real alcohol during the drinking games, the frat guys were drinking water, waiting for me to pass out so they could strip me naked, draw a penis on my forehead in sharpie, and leave me on the side of the road in such a position where my ass was sticking up in the air.

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.

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.

The funny thing is the most memorable moments of this story had to be filled in by the equally lucky witnesses. It all started in a car driven by Fisty. Occupants included the driver, Fisty, the front seat passenger, Kelso and the backseat riders, Mr. Shine and Buffalo. Mind you, they are all underage. After nearly passing out in the back seat, the two instigators up front, Fisty and Kelso decide it is a good idea to start up a backseat fight. An argument ensues when Mr. Shine decided he could in fact win this fight. Buffalo then smacks him around a little bit, bloodying his knuckles, before the car is pulled over and he is kicked out. Windows up and doors locked, Buffalo wants some more and starts yelling belligerent sayings at the top of his lungs while punching the window. This is when the cops were called, unbeknown to the car posse. As things settle down they make their way onto a main road, Fairfield post road, at around 11:30pm. "Bloody Knuckles" is all calmed down in the backseat until they start seeing flashing blue and red lights. Fisty promptly pulls over and tells everyone in the car to shut the fuck up and hide the beers. Taking his advice to shut the fuck up and hide the beers, Kelso decides it is a great idea to open the passenger door and toss out two empty beer cans, just as the cops are walking over to the vehicle. The cops knocks on Kelso's window and asks him to roll it down. "Excuse me", the cop replies, "can you please pick that up?" Kelso, thinking the cop didn't see the beer cans for some unknown reason, decides to say "pick what up?" The officer replies, "the empty beer can you just tossed out of the car." Kelso, "I don't know what your talking about, I'm not a littering." Cop, "license and registration please." "We received a report of some yelling down the road and you guys are the only car out here". A quick flashlight scan of the backseat reveals a slumped over, passed out, bloody knuckled Buffalo; oblivious to what is going on. The back door opens and Buffalo is handcuffed and escorted to the back of the police car. He doesn't go quietly, screaming obscenities and "I know my rights" speeches. He is tossed in the back of the cop car, while the negotiations begin between Fisty and the officers. When a compromise is struck, however the hell it was, the cops proceed to walk over and help Buffalo out of the car. As the door is opened, Buffalo shoves it back screaming "fuckin pigs". The door hits the cop trying to open it. He gets pissed and slams it back in Buffalo's face. Buffalo finally gives in and is escorted by both officers to the backseat of Fisty's truck. The decision to follow these boys home while they drop Buffalo at his house was made. How they talked their way out of the empty beer cans is still unanswered. Upon arriving home by a police escort Buffalo wakes up and walks inside. This is not the end of his ruthlessness. After everyone leaves he proceeds to grab his Father's truck keys so he can make a run for it to the nearest party, the night is still young. After getting in the truck and realizing it is not the best idea to drive, he decides to go back inside, but wait...oh just wait. He mistakenly locks himself in the truck and being too intoxicated to realize how to unlock the door, decides to open the window instead and try to crawl out. He puts the keys in the ignition and rolls down the window. All this brain power is too much to handle, shit starts to spin. Projectile vomit ensues to cover the inside of the carpet, steering wheel, and dashboard. Blacked out, he crawls out of the window, lands in the driveway, and passes out. The rain begins and Buffalo is woken up with one arm around the shoulder of Kelso's father and one around his own father who were coming home from dinner with the misses. So picture this, the drunken, passed out body of their son lying in the driveway while its pouring rain, keys in the ignition of the truck, with puke covering the inside. The next morning was interesting to say the least, and Buffalo got to clean up his puke.

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.