What is the worst / most bizarre thing you've done while drunk?

played some drinking games early on in the night and blacked out for several hours...

i'm with a bunch of guys trying to listen in and contribute to the hanging out when all of a sudden i sit down and start crying. one of the guys comes over and asks me whats wrong. i tell him that i'm crying and sad because we lost a warcraft iii match to another frat on campus. he told me that it was his fault because he didn't level his blade-master fast enough. i told him it was "the damn leavers fault" and that we weren't able to micro and mass fast enough.

this was done at the very end of finals week and i was going on less than 10 hours of sleep over 2-3 days...combination of total exhaustion and total intoxication haha.

Awesome wrote:

4) drunk dialed my friends mom and asked her what she was wearing.

classic

Felt up a good friend of mine... made it pretty awkward for a few days afterwards.

But damn it if she didn't have an awesome rack.

After a night of drinking, I decided to get rid of an old microwave that no longer worked very well. Went to the third story of a building, walked through the room of someone I didn't know (sleeping at the time) and threw the microwave off out of the window--cut my wrist and finger pretty bad on that one.

Swam across the Mississippi River in downtown St. Louis. It was about 11:30 at night in the late summer. I started just north of the north Arch leg and landed downstream on a very rocky beach. I was with a friend and we were both in boxer shorts (we had stowed the rest of our clothes on the St. Louis side). We were proceeding to walk back north so that we could swim back and arrive close to where our clothes were. The swim was tougher than I thought so I wasn't looking forward to this--and I was starting to sober up a bit. Two cops then caught us (we were on private property of some barge company). They thought our story was hilarious and gave us a ride back to the other side for our clothes--careful that nobody saw to guys in boxer shorts clmibing out of a cop car. We then put on our clothes, went the the President Casino and I won $200.

Ran from Washington Ave clubs to the Webster/Afton area near Whitecliff park at about 1:30 am. Took both Hwy 40 and 44. Two cops saw me about a mile from home and asked me if I was ok. I just say "you don't wanna know" and kept running. I had some rough hands the next morning from falling a couple of times, but no other real problems.

Got arrested for burglary. Jail was awesome.

Mine was walking up the stairs and tripping over the last step and faceplanting into the wall

I think I'm about ready to do something stupid. I'll let you know in 2 hours.

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p.s. In a similar situation, I took the walk of shame on the morning after Halloween, dressed as Luke Skywalker. Again, I didn't have time to make it to my place, so I went straight to class. I gave a Spanish presentation, only mildly buzzed, and got an A.

Did the post-Halloween walk of shame dressed in a fantastic Captain Crunch outfit this year, and a half dozen teammates ran by so I started running with them. Ran with them about a half mile from campus back to my house, with the enormous hat on and everything. I assumed they were doing like 10-15 miles, but turned out they were only doing 5. If I'd have known that I'd have done the whole run with them.

Sparkler bomb in a microwave pretty much right on campus, started running away and realized the bomb was (obviously) still on fire from the explosion, ran back to stomp it out, and then continued to book it.

Had an anatomy mid-term the morning after a heavy night of drinking and throwing up that ended at around 4am. Amazingly woke up on my own accord 5 minutes before class, passed out on the couch. Changed my clothes as the ones I had on had some puke on them, filled a gatorade bottle with water, hopped on my bike and booked over there. 5 minutes after class had started I stumble into the room reeking of booze still mildly drunk, half-trip over a bag at the front of the room, and walk up to the prof's table to grab the test. There were two piles of paper, and of course I grabbed from the stack of finished tests from the section immediately before. Prof corrects me and I just kind of mumble "huh? sure." at her, and meander my way to the first open desk which was pretty much at the back of the room. Everyone I passed got a good whiff of me, for sure.

So I'm sipping on my water working on the test, and about 30 minutes in I start feeling like I'm gonna throw up, so I go up and ask the prof if I can go to the bathroom real quick. Clearly knowing I'm f***ed up, she lets me go and I throw up in the toilet. I drink some more water from my gatorade bottle and go to put it back in my front sweatshirt pocket, but apparently I didn't have the cap on all the way and water started leaking all down my crotch. After a couple minutes of trying to soak it up with paper towels, I realize I should probably get back to the test. So after about a 10 minute absence, I go back, nearly trip over that same f*cking bag again, and walk down the aisle back to my seat - this time with a giant wet spot on my crotch for everyone to see.

Work on the test for another 15 minutes, get to some shit that I just have no idea on and after a couple minutes staring at it I just decided to f*ck the whole thing and turn it in as is. I booked it for the locker room and took a much needed nap before I had to go finish an engineering project that was due the next day. Suffice to say, I threw up in the engineering building bathroom and later the cafeteria bathrooms.

I was told later by one of my friends that I was the first one done with the anatomy test by about 10 minutes, after being 5 minutes late and taking a 10 minute puke break. And I still beat the class average. F*ck yeah.

Also smoke bombed a frat party once because everyone there was being bitches, right in the middle of the dance floor. Smoke alarms and everything, showed them.

"What is the worst / most bizarre thing you've done while drunk?"

Nothing. Never been drunk. I can be a complete a$$hole (like now) very easily, without having to add alcohol to the equation.

entered a 5k and finished 4th

entered a 5k and finished 3rd in front of some other drunk guy.

On a school trip, while being drunk i pulled down my pants to show everyone that they can kiss my ass, as i was so hammered i couldnt hold balance, i fell down and a lot of girls in my class saw a noodle for the first time in their life.

I took an ugly girl to bed with me. I was just at the point of being drunk, but not completely hammered. Over the course of foreplay, I slowly start to sober up. As she's getting ready to go down on me, I start to realize just how unattractive this girl really is. I didn't want to be a bad host, so I went through with the act, but the whole time I'm just thinking "what the f*** am I doing."

It was like the feeling you get when you wake up next to an ugly chick, but it came a little earlier.

Started drinking at about noon, just drinking lots of beer and watching some tv show marathon throughout the day with my roomates. We all then went to a frat party that night, by this time I am f***ed up. All that I will tell you from now on has been told to me, I remember none of it. My friends and I were out hitting on chicks and grinding with them on the dance floor, I guess this ugly chick who had tried to get with me and one of my roomates before (we shot her down, she is ugly as f***) starts grinding on me and I am so f***ed up I just let her. One of my friends tries to get me away but she won't leave me. I guess we ended up making out and somehow got back to her apartment.

I must have had some standards because as soon as we got in the door I said I can't do this and sprinted out the door. I guess she chased me for a little but I was hauling ass (or as much as you can when wasted). Was trying to run back to my apartment but I guess I went the wrong way. Some girl I know found me at 3 in the morning wandering down the middle of a fairly busy street going the wrong way from my apartment. She picked me up and took me back. (It was 10 degrees that night too, if she hadnt found me it would have been bad). Woke up the next morning and had a huge thorn in my hand, my shoes were gone and my jeans had mud all over them. Tried to knock out a 16 miler and had a very rough go of it.

I ran on a dirt trail. I'll never to that again.

Drove a car..

The summer after my senior year in high school I was invited by a good friend of mine to go with him and another friend to this girl's cabin. My friend who invited me was trying to get with this girl but didn't want to go alone as he didn't really know her that well and wanted us there if things didn't work out. Big mistake.

Well I got up at 6am to run, go to work from 8-12, and then we all met up for the three hour drive to this girl's cabin. Along the way we start to drink, and being tired and getting drunk doesn't really work for me. So we get there and I am pretty hammered. Much to our dismay, this girl's parents are there. She said it was cool if we drank but the whole time her parents were complete pricks to us.

So after we went boating for a couple of hours we head back to this cabin where her parents decided to stay as well. They come down and start talking to us and even though I was completely wasted by this point I could tell how big of morons her parents were. Her Mom had an IQ of 65 and her Dad looked like a burned out hippie slash Indian guy. So I start making fun of them some, but they're not really picking up on it. I start calling the Dad "Sitting Duck" and some other nonsense. And then her Dad starts telling us about this cool band he is in and how they got some shows lined up. I look to the Mom and say, "Wow, you get to sleep with a rock star tonight! Whoot whoot!" I said this making a humping motion. They both give me this utter look of disgust and walk upstairs.

I realize I need to pass out, but I also realize that this cabin was still being built. There were no beds and only an outhouse for a toilet. So I have to share a single inflatable bed with one of my friends. When they rest of the group calls it a night, I wake up and start making ridiculous jokes in front of my friend and this girl about how they should sleep together and all this shit. This girl absolutely hated me at this point.

Next morning I wake up the the Dad hammering away working on his cabin. I already had a pounding headache and this was certainly not helping out. My only saving grace was the delicious smell of waffles coming from the kitchen. So I get up and sit around waiting to be invited into the kitchen. Nope, not going to happen. The damn Mom wouldn't invite the three of us in for breakfast.

A little while later we go back onto the boat where I kept mentioning how hungry I was and that some waffles could really hit the spot. This girl didn't find this amusing at all and gave me the glare of death the whole time. Needless to say, this girl and my friend never really spoke to each other again. Luckily, my friend wasn't mad at all and thought it was pretty damn funny.