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i was really wasted one night, and my buddy who just got a minor drinking ticket came outside and started bitchin like a stupid drunk with no shirt on and a really hairy chestl. so i went up to him with my lighter and lit his chest hair on fire. he was pretty pissed. haha
 
the day before i turned 19. the story should be told in person, so i'll go through the key points.

1. drink 1 liter of 151 with my brother in my dorm room
2. go to bar, run into a guy i went to high school with
3. go to his frat, find out about a party
4. walk to said party
5. have a midget light my bong
6. have an asian hooker throw cheez-its at me, for an unsettling amount of time
7. witness a rat being immolated on a barbeque grill
8. realize i'm f****d and about 2 miles from my dorm at 3am in january (reaaaally cold)
9. convince a gas station clerk to my brother and i in to warm up while walking home, she hits on my brother, we score free hot dogs.
10. somehow wake up in my dorm room 9 hours later
 
last halloween my friend throws a big house party, i dont know how many people came and went bc well i started drinking 2 hours before everyone. this was his last year and all his friends last year there so they go all out on this one. it was a mcdonalds themed party bc the week before some of his friends stole a msdonalds sign that was down off the pole for repair, you know the one that sits like 50ft up in the air. well we had that in teh backyard all lite up. we also had this red fruit punch called anal leakage with fruit chunks in it. well anyway the party gets going big and there are all sorts of costumes, some guy was a painter and had a paint bucket and brush and painted everybody with paint. well long story short after many shots and a keg stand where they dropped me and i hit my head on teh concrete and laughed at it. i ended up trying to sleep in my car but dropped them under my car and couldnt get in so i decided to fall asleep next to my car. well i wake up to puke, which consisted of me opening my eyes and puking, so im sleeping next to my puke on the neighbors lawn. the morning rolls around and the neighbor comes out and sprays me with a hose in the face to wake me up. he laughs at me and says "i remember those days" then leaves, about an hour later my friends find me bc im right across teh street then start yelling at me bc they didnt know if i had been arrested, then start yelling why i didnt pick up my phone. so i look at my phone and nobody called me, then they start yelling at each other bc they thought each other had called me.

i also found out later that the sign in the backyard caught on fire bc we wired it up wrong, basically we took an extension cord cut it and spliced it together. the floor of the house was red from teh punch, they also had a food fight in teh house and someone threw a pineapple out a window and broke the window. my friends sound system was blown, bc we all know how drunk ppl love their loud music. and a fight broke out between two guys dressed in drag.

oh and i was the cat in the hat.
 
There was a time this past semester where I had a serious streak of good luck with the ladies, so I was riding a confidence wave. I showed up to my buddy's frat and went straight up to his room, where it was pretty much the VIP suite. I was already drunk, but kept drinking through the night. So because of my uber-confidence, I was walking around, hitting on anything with two legs and breasts. Eventually, I hit on the wrong one, and this guy gets right up in my face, nose to nose, telling me that I shouldn't fuck around with his gf, etc etc etc.

Now I'm not one to fight, but I was surrounded by my closest friends, the closest of which is a 6'3, 280 pound blackbelt in hand to hand, staff, nunchucks (sp?), and at least one more. So I knew I wasn't going to throw the first punch, but I would be throwing the last one. After a good 30 seconds of standing nose to nose with this kid, another friend walked into the room and stepped between us, breaking it up.

I really SHOULD'VE gotten my ass kicked that night, I had it coming to me. But I didn't, and I learned a lesson: Humility beats over-confidence any day of the week.
 
Too many to count at the frat house. The biggest one was about 700 people (through sign-in book), plus all the guys in the my frat, and all of our close friends and girlfriends, so maybe 800. Anyway, every1 is getting hella krunk and suddenly a fight breaks out between the Sigs and us. They were 40 strong at the party, we were prob about a 50 man chapter at the time (small school). Anyway, I was working the bar when it started (I was a pledge), but when I got to the back patio I had a chance to survey the damage. I look to my right about 20 feet and see one of the olders guys in our group named Jett getting smashed from behind with a beer bottle. Jett was a tough ol black dude, who had already served his time in the Army. Anyway he gets smashed from behind, just turns around all cool-like to look at the guy who did it. Blood is coming down his face, but he didnt care. Later Im told that he said to the guy was "Its just a scratch." Anyway, the guy starts running, lol, and Jett chases him down and tackles him and starts banging the guys head into the dumpster. I look across the parking lot, and see my roomie, who was state champ in wrestling in his weight class in Washingotn when he was in HS there (different story when he got to Texas), but anyway I see him taking down a 300 pound behemoth footbal player, and just starts pummling him Forrest Gump style. I get smashed in the face, blindsided, and next thing I know the cops are there. I was already drunk as hell. Anyway the cops "shut it down", but of course we still stay up a little to party. Anyway upstairs in one of my best friends room, this girl is hot, and for some reason she wants to take her shirt off. Well there are 4 guys and 4 girls in the room, and she just sort of starts this whole, girls get naked, guys stay clothed, but pass the girls around thing. So were all having a good time and people keep banging on the door trying to get in, but this is getting hot and heavy. 4 real cutes girls, naked, at our disposal. Anyway I recommend going back to my loft for some privacy, and every1 agrees. Se we head back, and damn, dont know where my keys are. The window is unlocked, so I get a boost and climb through (this is a problem later). Anyway we get in there, I put on some porn lol, and we just start fooling around hard core. Every1 has pretty much got there mate, the girls are naked again, and Im ready to go with this little cutie named Mary-Ann who is a Chi-O when. . . bang bang bang. Cops at the front door. Some1 saw me climbing through window and thought I was breaking in I guess. Anyway I have a bong sitting out, and an underage girl in my apt (she was 17 i was 20, still legal, but there were some dudes over 20 there). I beg the officer to take me, saying it was all mine, and claim that the under age girl is my girl friend and we were just having a little fun. I got to jail, everyone else gets to go home (isnt that retarded, Im the one at home, and the cops let the inebriated people go home), anyway I lived across the street from the police station so the ride over there was comical. Spent the night in jail, with one of the guys that was originally in a fight at our house . . . lol. We just talked, it was all good, neither of us like to fight. Anyway it was a crazy night.
 
I'll do this brothermarcus style with the numbers. On a fall evening in a college campus in the Boston area:

1) Getting back from a full day of chemistry lab, I sit in the lounge to read an interesting book on the nature of time.

2) I am distracted by my friends yelling at me from outside, and I go to join them in smoking out of a hookah. My friend who set up the hookah is a nargillah master, and we have a scenic view, and there are a bunch of hot Turkish and French girls smoking hookah who we proceed to hit on.

3) My friend decided to get a shitload of alcohol and set up a private party in his room. We all proceed to get drunk.

4) Its about 12:00 and I'm really drunk and go outside for a smoke. A random, really really hot chick comes up to me and starts making out with me. The guy she is with comes up, and it turns out he is not her boyfriend but her friend. In any case, she turns around and begins puking, and I lose interest. But the group seems cool, and there are some other hot girls, so I invite them to the party.

5) At about 1:00, me and a couple of kids I just met go out to an abandoned dorm room to smoke. Coming out, we meet some chick who apparently has the hots for one of the guys with us, so she invites us back to her room, along with her hot Asian friend and several others, to listen to Israeli psy-trance and have her belly-dance for us, which she is apparently really good at.

6) We end up playing a game of strip-Jenga, where whenever someone knocks over the tower, their team have to remove an article of clothing. Within a couple of hours we are all naked and begining to play a giant game of naked spin the bottle.

7) The party just turns into a giant fuckfest, and we end up going to sleep at like 5 am. The hot Asian girl I was with has to get up to go on some trip or something at 6 am, so we wake up at 5:50, have a quicky, and I leave to head back to my dorm. Turns out I cant really find my clothes, so I end up walking back to my dorm, with only my boxers on and my shoes in my hand, in the cold October morning. I get back to my dorm, where, despite the fact that it is already light out, my roomates are still taking shots and there are some girls in the room. We hit on them, set off some firecrackers for some strange reason, run back to the room, smoke some weed, and fall asleep.

Quite possibly the most fun I've ever had in one night.
 
I wasn't Greek in college, but I was very close to the Phi Sigs. Their nemesis was across the street--the Delta Upsilon (or as we called the "Ducks") house. So they were scheduled to build a new house on the site of their old house, and the wrecking ball was coming on Monday morning. So that Saturday night, the Ducks all went to a formal (how they found any women to attend, I'll never know) and their plans were to trash the house on the following Sunday, since it was going to get knocked down anyway.

So while every Duck was at this formal, me and the Phi Sigs got hammered and broke into their house and absolutely destroyed the place. We were literally rolling bowling balls down the hallways and ripping water pipes out of the walls. We made a hole in the 2nd story floor that you could have thrown a couch through. By the time we left, there wasn't anything left for the Ducks to destroy :)
 
Oh gooodness... well half of my good stories I was piss drunk during so they're a bit sketchy

But one good one involves 100 kegs tapped at 9 in the morning... Jello/Mud Wrestling... Losing my shirt/not caring... dislocated my shoulder... being hosed off in front of 100's of horny men... and passing out because of the pain after i sober up!
 
Basically I drank two bottles of red wine and smoked a dub for the 1st time in my 1st year university...ended up barging in on a girl takin a piss...
and I power puked red wine in someone's bathroom... (not at the same time) just opened the door and yakked. Walked myself home. They to this day have no idea who did it.

I drank umpteen pitchers of beer one night and decided to go through a 1st floor apartment window. No cuts. I think the people at the apartment were pissed off. I ran away and didnt pay for damages.

A friend of mine at the time ran into some people doing it on the center line of the football field. I think we hassled them and they left. It was a bizarre run in...


My best weekend ever...or one of...

I basically got my wisdom teeth out and my jaw had become infected (I was sick hardcore...high fever etc.). So I go to the dentist and he tells me there was nothing covering my jaw/he could see bone etc. I tell him I'm allergic to antibiotics (or can only take a specific type...illizone or something) and he gives me erthromycin. So I take two. Waiting around for a while I notice I start to feel really good. And then feeling really good turns into really bad.
I start to panic etc. I'm tripping hardcore. I call 911. And take an ambulance to the hospital (I couldn't say my name at that point). Anyways...I trip out in emergency (I got shot up with several shots of epinephrine or something) and watching the clock go counterclockwise...it was fucked up.

So I get out of there. In the evening. I basically freak the fuck out. And then I get up and play a gig at a grocery store for Shinerama. I'm still on antibiotics due to doctor fuck ups. So I'm tripping out at this grocery store.
I notice I have rather large hives on my arms. Go back to emergency. They tell me to stop taking antibiotics. etc etc.

I go to an all night party. End up dancing all night and going to a gas station/ diner for food at 5am in the morning.

Go to a punk rock concert on the Sunday for one of my favorite bands. It was 3 people in a two person truck or something. It was pretty wild weekend. I was zoned out for like a month afterwards.
 
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One of the major problems with parties at my college is that they're always *way too packed*. Our university is in the city and therefore everyone who throws the parties has to do so in their apartment.

Anyway, one time a bunch of girls and I went to this party a bit early (so we wouldn't have to deal with being charged for cups and such). Within an hour of us getting there I literally couldn't dance, let alone walk to find the rest of my friends. A really annoying aquatience next to me was getting seriously busy with this dude (you know, sex on the dancefloor) and started bumping into me because of such. Turns out we were too close to the 2nd story window and when she busted a move I was too inhebriated to stop myself from falling back through it. Luckily a couple random dudes caught me before plummeting to my death but I still had a few really gnary cuts from it. After I realized what had happened I looked for the girl that was the cause to bitch her out. She was already in another room fucking the guy that she found important enough to impale me into the glass. I found my friends, eventually, and as we were leaving I got in my ghettoist manner and started calling the bitch out who pushed me through the glass. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU FUCKIN' BITCHASS SLUT!? SUCK THAT DUDE OFF LATER I'M GOING TO FUCKING BLACK YOU OUT!" My friends, who I think were embarassed, pulled me out of the party and convinced me to walk home with them. On the walk home the girl that had disappeared to go suck cock called and said "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BITCHASS LEFT ME EHRE! I'M GUNNA GET RAPED ON THE WALK HOME!!!"

Never talked to her again. ;)

God I hate college bitches.
 
having townies bust in with knives and baseball bats and winning a 5 on 30 fight tends to ruin a good party
 
I remember little of our wildest party. We rented a hall out for a mate's 18th and the end of exams, got there, about ten of us. Smoked some weed, went to buy some more booze, all quiet.

Then everyone turns up, maybe 200 people all running round and shagging shouting and god knows what on weed, shrooms, pills, booze.

I remember huge fights, me getting behind the decks and DJing til the speakers blew, having to cart the mate who's birthday it was home cos he was projectile vomitting.

All sorts. I dunno. I remember little.

Recall a few of us wandering into the streets, and my girlfriend stretching a roll of ducttape from one lamp post to another across the road and then having to run from the police.

The party got broken up by the police eventually, it was an interesting night.
 
One time I drank so much Mountain Dew I fell over and cut my forehead on a lead miniature. My dungeon master laughed for 1d4+2 minutes.
 
I dont remember any of this, but it was recited to me later. I am not usually a liquor drinker. One night before a home football game I decide its liquor night. Me and my friend are taking shots of jagermeister and I take a couple muscle relaxers. There are about 10 people at my house. I apparently thought I was he-man, and went around to all my friends at my house, yelling at them to hit me. I kept saying "Fucking hit me dude, I like pain! Pain isnt shit!" Everyone was pretty hesistant at first, but I kept yelling it. Well after getting hit in the arms, chest, knuckles and back repeatedly by every guy at my house, and getting bitch slapped repeatedly by one of the girls, I went into my room and vomited nasty brown Jagermeister all over my bed and all over my bathroom. I felt like a real winner at life the next day lol.
 
i probably couldnt remember

but theres been pleanty of nights involving erronious amounts of booze, naked women, heroin, coke, weapons, animals, naked women, booze, puke, cops, bars, sex, dancing, falling, and not remembering...

love college :)
 
Can't wait till I get to college, in high school most kids pass out before midnight. I have managed to have some crazy nights with some of my better friends, but none of them hold a candle to these stories
 
Freshman year a couple notable things happened.

I was still a dumb hardcore raver kid when I started Uni. With my new best pal first semester, I took a bus trip at midnight to the other end of the state. Our bus was late, so we missed the connection, and got stuck at a Greyhound station at 4am for a couple hours. Finally we make it to our destination, in the middle of the ghetto at 8am on a Saturday, where we had to wait until his sister could pick us up.
We had to supervise his nephew and other kids that afternoon, but that's irrelevant.
that night, his friends pick us up and take us back across town. He leaves me with his friends and goes to the party early. I'm super shy, but this guy is THE dealer for the town. I bought some weed for another day, and a pill for the night; after gettin stoned we were off on an hour drive towards Mexico.
The party (pretty decent setup and talent, 3 stages) got busted early, despite being located on the outer edges of nowhere. I'd eaten nothing all day, and been there at least 90 minutes, but always came up slow on pills (especially these excellent tightly packed ones). So it finally hit me right as the cops raid the place.
Time for an hour ride back to the city, in a car full of strangers, peaking my ass off.
The rest of the night and next day was a blur ... but we went to a house party in the city (EVERYONE from the event showed up). Everyone there was on at least two drugs. Countless bowls were smoked. Then my friend (who I hadnt seen all night) comes up with some K, which I'd never tried (or even heard of, really). Another guy I'd been hanging out with all night also knew I was a K virgin, so he gave me a fat line which all but knocked me out, tripping in the corner - until the Cops raided the house too.
More K the next day, somehow we found a ride to the bus station and made it back to school 48 hours after we left. What a time. I miss that guy.


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A few friends were graduating, so the weekend before finals we had to party it up hardcore. I'd been doing drugs for a year or two, but still mostly a n00b to alcohol - so this was my first time drinking hard liquor. and I weighed probably 55 kg / 125lbs.

My school boasts having the "second largest wooden dome structure in the world." Suffice it to say, its huge. And f*cking steep. There were always rumors of people climbing it to snowboard in the winter, some dying, etc. We didn't buy any of it.

I had absolutely no intentions of climbing it with my crazy friends. I'm a pussy when it comes to adventure.
Splitting a bottle of vodka with someone, though, changed that. After 6 shots' worth, I was anxiously game. At first I only went part of the way up (before it got real hard), but eventually I joined my friends running all the way to the top (and run you must; you've got to lean in and sprint for a good 30 seconds before the curve gets less severe).

So that was fine and dandy. We saw some cops busting another party @ the apartment complex and split.
6 more shots later, though, and we were going again. Except, with a BAC of about .25, I wasn't going anywhere. I kept triyng to run up, but would run out of steam and slide back down to the overhang. After about 15 tries (getting just short of where I needed to be), I slid down too fast and f*cked up my foot on the landing.
It hurt like hell (but dulled by the vodka), but I was close to passing out. Especially when trying to walk. I tried to get a 'friend' to walk back with me, but she had her eyes dead-set on fucking some guy. So I had to walk a mile back to my place on a severely damaged foot.
What's worse, I had finals that week, and was moving back to my parents in a week ... so I just borrowed crutches and waited a week to have X-rays, with it just wrapped up in an ace bandage.

******

And the only time I've ever blacked out ... me and my 'mates decided to throw a party at our apartment last fall. I invited about 5 people, who in turn invited 5 people. One of my 'mates, though, went and told every person he ran into on campus for a week prior about our party. My friend's gf ran to the nearest freshman dorm and scooped up all the girls. So we had 150 people packed into my apartment. I started drinking early (thanks to some vodka), had many beers, traded tequilla with my buddy .. then got smoked out by my best friend here. After that, it was suddenly an hour later, I came out of my room at the urging of one of my 'mates. the apartment was empty (and a mess). I walked out the front door to see two of my 'mates standing along the wall, and a third on the ground in handcuffs at the feet of a 6'7 cop. He's notorious for talking shit to cops.
In the end, I got a huge free meal @ denny's, as the 'mate got some bail money off some girl, but didn't get arrested. But I still have no idea what happened in that one hour of blacked-outness.

Oh, except that I apparently heard the cops were coming and proceeded to hide a bunch of stuff. The alcohol and bud/pipe from my closet ended up in the pantry. I was certain someone had stolen my OCs (which I'd driven 6 hours to pick up the week before), as I tore my room apart looking for the bottle, with no luck.

The happy ending was that I found them over a month later when looking for some paper. I'd even checked the box I found them in, but not deep enough. That was a good week.


Now I'm set to graduate, but still not even 21. Many years of craziness lie ahead, no doubt, even if its not in college!

edit: here's a picture of the dome ... if the pic is too big let me know, i'll find a smaller one:

Walkup%20Skydome.jpg


doesn't look too impressive, but see the white verticle ledge and overhang by the left telephone pole? That's about 10ft, above the entry doors.
 
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