Well since you want stories, here goes.
One night, me and 2 friends (we'll call them Marty and Bob) decided it'd be a fun time for some Kentucky Gentlemen Whiskey. So we're taking shots, chasing it with coke, and we're all at about 10 shots when Bob dares me to take a shot outta my suicide shooter. My suicide shooter is actually a tall, 5-shot shot glass. So I'm like sure, what the hell. Then he does it, and Marty does it. I'd like to say that was a bad move for the 3 of us. We had some more whiskey, and eventually Bob suggested we look for girls. Bob also suggests we take off our shirts as we do so. So we're traversing 7 floors, walking through the halls, and talking to all the girls who have their doors open. Got a few numbers, but no action that night for us.
So eventually we say fvck it, and go back to the floor lounge. Marty is having a rough time, so he's on the couch puking into the lounge garbage pail. Me and my friend are chucking packets of ramen noodles across the lounge, and eventually a game of ultimate frisbee starts up in the lounge with a bunch of other people on the floor. Yes, ultimate frisbee in the lounge at 3:00AM in the morning. On a Wednesday night, drunk. Eventually, everyone decides to play a game of underwear Twister. Not a bad idea, especially since this redhead I had met earlier in the day was playing.
So after that game ends, I'm walking around in my floor, and see one of my sober friends down on the girls side of the hall. I'm about 7 feet away from the open door of the redhead, and I shout out "Where's the firecrotch!" The guys like "Dude, shut up, your right there!" I'm like "What, where's the firecrotch!" He just waves me away, and I go back to my room. Next day I wake up and slap my forehead for being an idiot. Went down to the redheads room, apologized, and she said she thought it was funny. We eventually got to know each other a bit better later in the month

Poor Marty was up all night puking in the lounge. Bob wound up walking back to his dorms without his shirt and shoes on. All and all, a good fvcking night.
And after that novel, I ain't typing no more. I woulda told you a different story about the floor Toga or Dance parties, but I don't want to get banned.