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.

My bf and I were out one winter evening getting plowed at the local watering hole. We started fighting so it was time to go home. Well after having 8 or so Long Islands I was in no shape to drive but you couldn't tell me that. I tried taking a short cut while in a black out. A dark, dirt road, in the middle of the woods. My bf and I were still fighting. He got out to pee so I drove away. Well I felt bad after about a 1/4 mile so I tried to do a K turn, backed up too far, put the ass end up over a fallen tree so my rear tires were in the air and I was over the side of the bank. I got out to yell for him to help me. He told me to hide in the woods while he went for help. Well I forgot to hide. Instead I went and sat back in the car, got scared of the dark, rolled up the windows and locked the doors. Then it occured to me to walk home. So I got out and locked up the car, keys in the ignition of course. When my bf got back he found me satggering in the middle of the road trying to thumb a ride. He was really mad when he asked me where the keys were, I had no clue. Once he saw them in the car he took a huge log and busted out my window. His buddy pulled the car onto the road. My bf drove us home. The next day we had to drive an hour in 20 degree F temps to go get a new window from the junk yard.

Last night, I went to a friends house at around 9 with some chicks. all i remember is cracking that first bottle, then waking up on his roof. it was all on his webcam. apparently we had a 4 girl one guy orgy, set off a maltov cocktail and called for 3 male escorts for the other ladies. me and my girl had sex on the roof, because we ran out of rooms.

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.

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.

o it was my friends 21st birth. We go down to the grape where i proceed to drop around 100 bucks on drinks. Already thoroughly floored but not quite ready to call it quits, i bought a bottle of grey goose off a girl friend. I drank almost the whole thing in 2 hours and by this point i was having a very hard time making sense of anything. I finfally realized i was too drunk and started my walk home. I get picked up by public saftey and taken to the health center. I ask if i can smoke a cig, they say no. I offer for them to let me out to smoke a cig with their guns drawn so that if i tried to run they could shoot me. They declined that offer as well. I tried unsuccsessfully to smoke a cig inside 2 times until they took away my cigs and my phone. I was told if i didnt calm down they would have to send me to the hospital. I decided the health center sucked balls so i told them to get me a nice comfy bed in bridgeport. got let out of the hospital at 9AM, walked across the street, slammed two tall boys of bud and went to class.

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.

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 need to stop being cocky at the bar because the last time resulted in me leaving my heels on the bar, getting a ride home from someone i never will see again in my life, crawling into my home to make a bologna/chicken/jelly&pickle sandwich, crawled up another flight of stairs (with the sandwich of course) and to brush my teeth ... almost.. i fell, smacked my head on the counter and woke up with my sandwich on the bathroom floor the next morning... you bet your ass i went out the next night and got cocky again!

Apparently, it is a BAD idea to drink vodka straight from the bottle. Who knew?? I must admit, I was in high school at the time and completely unaware of the powers in the wonderful drug we know as alcohol. I was in the back seat of my friend’s car, chuggin like nobody’s business. He recommended, "hey maybe you should stop for a while." I wittingly responded with “hey, maybe you should shut up for a while. I don’t feel a thing.” Thirty minutes later, I was in the back of an ambulance on the way to the hospital with a paramedic punching my stomach to keep me from passing out. It was a good night.