I was in college and had a roommate .. one night he got totally wasted ... I heard him trying to find the door to the bathroom in the middle of the night, He woke me up, but then I heard the door open and I figured "good - he found it" .

Next thing ya know I hear him muttering "where the heck is the toilet" and I hear the sound of him pissing .... in the closet. He was standing in the closet - pissing all over the place . He told me later that he was trying to find the toilet by the sound of his piss hitting the water in the toilet, so he was systematically pissing in a pattern all over the place. He covered all the clothes in the closet with piss.

Real nice.

 

Me and several friends went to a place called "The NOrth Forty" in Ithaca. NY. It had an illuminated translucent dance floor. We got trashed, and were all dancing on the floor with various females . Suddenly I saw one of my friends dancing next to me disappear. The floor broke, he fell through, several feet down.

He wasn't hurt, and climbed out of the hole.

We moved to a different part of the floor and continued dancing.

 

We decided that we had to go for a canoe ride down a river in the middle of the night after we left a bar. We took two cars - one we drove downstream about 20 miles and left there, then we drove up to the top of the river in a van ...

I have no idea where the canoe came from.

We took the canoe downstream, of course we capsized at least once. The sun was coming up when we got to the car we had left downstream. We found it parked in the middle of someone's lawn.

 

OMG thats one of the funiest things i've heard in a while!!

 

Here's 2 from college

#1 - I was a freshman at Purdue, and I was rushing a fraternity. We had a social (where you invite over another sorority to party with). I was only 19, so I had someone go get me something from the liquor store. I told him I liked vodka, though I only had it once. He came back with a huge bottle (I think it was a fifth). Anyway, I wanted to feel good, so (I'm getting sick thinking about this), I drank it straight out of a styrophone cup with about 1/10th of it with this purple punch stuff. After drinking about 3 or 4 of these things, from what they told me, we hung around for a few hours, and finally it was time to go back to the dorm.

One of my pledge brothers had to literally help me walk back. I got back to the dorm and violently threw up all over the bathroom. One of the guys in my dorm said that the toilet water was 20 proof after I was done. I passed out on the floor throwing up in my sleep.

The next day I had a date with a girl from Butler, which was about an hour drive. At this point, I was still drunk, and actually not hung over. I had to have someone drive me down there to pick her up and bring her back.

#2 - I had then moved in to the frat house, this was my sophmore year. We had another social with the campus fat sorority. That night I drank 2 40 oz Miller Light, along with another one refilled from a keg. Keep in mind, I weighted 135 at the time. I saw the hottest chick I ever saw. You know where this is going.

So anyway, after spending the night together, she had a class the next morning so I had to take her back. She gained her 200 pounds back and amazingly enough, half of the frat house was waiting for the campus shuttle when we went outside. This is called "the walk of shame"

+ + =

 

I feel less and less embarassed when I hear these stories , I'm glad puking isn't as taboo as I thought, I think I've puked the last 2 weeks at least once... on that note I can't wait till friday..

 

Here's another (I'm bored):

This was the night before I graduated from college. So my friend and I decided to go out and have one last night on the town. After drinking quite a bit, it was about 4am, I was headed home. I was living with my parents at the time (saving money). I lived about 20 miles away from the bar, so dumbass me, I drove home. I was about 5 miles away, and as I turned around the corner, I noticed my car was having problems. It was an automatic 97 mitsubishi eclipse, and it just wouldn't go anywhere.

I didn't have a cell phone, so on that december night, I stumbled into town. I was somewhat sober at this point after realizing it was freakin cold outside.

I called home and had someone pick me up. After a 2 hour lecture on being drunk, my transmission went out....

Luckily, my milage on the car was 58,500 and I had a 4 year, 60k powertrain warranty...

 

[QUOTE]Originally posted by thunderchicken
She had a class the next morning so I had to take her back.