Went out drinking one night, started with beer and ended up on Woodford Reserve. Got home and decided to order a pizza. Woke up next morning and I was half on the couch and half in the floor. My shorts and underwear were around my ankles. The front door was wide open. The pizza box was open on the table and none eaten. I always wondered if the pizza guy came in my house and took my shit off. Thank goodness my ass wasn't sore that morning. Had to go on the wagon after that.
One night in college I came home drunk and threw in some Hungary Jack biscuits. Passed out. The next thing I know a damn fireman was waking me up telling me my biscuits were done. My neighbor called 911 when the smoke detector in my apt went off. Somehow I didnt hear it.
Went out for my birthday bash. Got pissed off because they wouldn't sing happy birthday. Left the bar and decided to walk home (guessing about 3 miles away). Cops find me passed out in some old ladies flower garden about 1/4 mile from the bar.
Got alot more of those kind of stories. :aktion033
