Originally posted by: illusion88
Originally posted by: BrownTown
Well, one time when i was really drunk a fried of mine made a video of me falling over drunk that inevitably gets shown to everyone else and gets me laughed at. Still 3 years later and people apparently think its still funny

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That's a weak drunk story. Let me tell you mine.
So this was 3 years back and then a little under a month (September 17th actually). On the 16th we decided to do some day drinking. So we stock up for the next day. Come around 12pm on the 17th we were pretty hammered and called it quits for now. Eventually we sober up and are hanging out again. It's my parents anniversary that night so they are out of the house for a bit. They tell me they are going to dinner and a movie. So once they leave we all congregate at my parents house and start drinking again with a vengeance. Between 5 of us we kill a handle of Winners Cup Vodka by mixing it with orange juice.
By this point I am trashed beyond control. It gets dark and we realize my folks will be coming home soon and we must vacate the house. I live in an upper middleclass white suburb and this is a Wednesday night. The last thing I remember is going outside. I was attempting to ride my bike. I would get up, pedal once, twice then fall on my face. I did this three times before I made it out of the driveway. I called it quits right there.
So we started walking. Apparently I was running around screaming at other people who were walking. I started tackling mailboxes, ripping them out of the ground. Then I started kicking cars. At one point, I kicked a car then rang the doorbell of the house it was parked in front of. At this point we all split and I got separated from the others.
Later, and each of my friends has a good story but ill tell you mine, I was found underneath a car. I was hiding. My buddy was walking around looking for me and I whispered "hey, I?m under here!". So we started walked home.
We noticed my folks were back, so we were chilling outside. I figured it was a good time to take my pants off and run around the cul-de-sac. All my buddies were telling me "dude, you need to chill out, you are way to drunk", and I was arguing with them. So I said "I need to go tell my parents I am not drunk!" and I ran inside..... with no pants on. Apparently I woke them up and tried to explain how sober I was. It didn't work.
My favorite part was the next morning. I woke up on the floor, with a pillow and a blanket. I had no pants on and one of my socks was half off. I crawled into bed and my dad came in almost right after. He says "you were pretty drunk last night huh". And I had no idea what went on, I was blacked out the whole night. So I replied "no... not really". and he says "do you want me to give you some examples?". And my heart skipped a beat when I realized I must have done something terrible when I was blacked out.
I found out the whole story late that day. Needless to say. Me = PWNED