idlehands said
Sometimes it's all in the details. I'll edit the ones I told in PM
There were PMs?
Aww shucks, I want to get on in the smut.
I'll tell things as I remember them, some are sex related, most are alcohol related, but a few are just me being stupid.
My Sophomore year in college is when I achieved heavy-weight drinking status. It used to be a 4 hour drive from my house to my school, so I left early morning with my family to move in a few days before classes. All I had for breakfast was a bagel from a gas station, no drinks. After moving in, I had lunch which consisted of half a glass of power-aid and nothing else (i dunno, I wasn't hungry). I was probably on this site when my friend called me and said she had "a really great idea". Me, her, and three other guys we knew all started "day drinking" at 2 PM. I was taking it easy until she brought out the Jerahmiah Weed Sweet-Tea-Vodka (I fucking love sweet tea!)
With being up since 4 AM, and a bagel and a half cup of power-aid being the only things in me other than booze, I was apparently fully gone by 3:30. From then until 9:00 is lost to me, but I pieced together the story from eyewitness accounts (everyone else was also pretty drunk but not on my god-level).
Apparently, after I got bored with the drinking games and the talking, I started going through my friend's kitchen, taking all the pots and pans and moving them throughout the apartment. When they decided to get dinner, apparently I developed a temper and would run away from them whenever they got me outside. They chased me around the building a few times then just ended up locking me in the bathroom while they ate.
When they came back, I had somehow gotten out, was wearing woman underwear on my head, and had re-organized most of the furniture in the apartment. At this point I started gaining slight consciousness. After force-feeding me eggs, I started puking all over my friend while continuously asking my friend to have sex with me (I do remember that, and at the time I thought it was a really hilarious thing for me to say).
At 9:30 I was escorted to my room and thus the first day of college was over.
