Illest party experience...

At my boyfriend's friend Sama's party, I woke up in my bra and underware next to my best friend (girl) on the bed. We were so drunk we were practicaly screwing eachother....lol some of the boys rememberd and ever since then Ive been able to kiss her on the lips I do it all the time lol....They said we were all over eachother lol there were some boys in the room so I was embarased and scared I did something with them.

This summer At my boyfriends house when he threw a party we got sooooo drunk I did bad things. (I didnt have sex) But I did give him more than I bargened for lol....he will never let me forget it eather.

Another time was at last years junior prom afterparty (My Boyfriend was a junior so I went with him.) I winded up kissing my best guy friend in the bathroom and liked it but my boyfriend will never find out lol. My friend never said anithing so he dont remember so it's all good!!!
 
if by illest you mean ill in the [HASHTAG]#felt[/HASHTAG] like dying and yearned for it in the morning after" kind of way, yeah... i've had alot of those "ill" experiences... i'm not sure in the scale of "illity" which one was more ill or iller....


...i should stop rambling...
 
Oh, man. I'm hoping most of my party stories are going to stay buried where they belong (at least until LazyDolphin: The "E" True Hollywood Story).

I'll skip forward past the stories about sex, drinking, and drunken sex and go right to what everyone REALLY wants to hear about: recreational abuse of cough syrup.

My first semester of college my buddy and I decided (for reasons that are lost forever in the mists of time and stupidity) to "robotrip". We bought a jumbo twelve ounce bottle of Robotussin DM each and I proceeded to choke mine down with a chaser of Snapple. My buddy crapped out after a couple ounces, which was probably smart of him. 🙂 We headed over to a frat party where I tempted the gods of alchemy by mixing beer into the volatile mixture of robotussin and snapple already churning in my belly.

Whatever the opposite of "a moment of clarity" is, I achieved it right about then. I climbed up onto the stone mantle in the living room of the frat house (which was doing duty as the dance floor), took my left shoe off, and started waving it and people and yelling. This was at first a big success, because drunk people find crazy guys waving shoes enormously entertaining. But eventually the cheering died down. I had plenty of friends at the party, but apparently none of them felt a pressing need to try and get me down off the mantle (or to admit knowing me). The frat guys threw me out.

It was about midnight. It had now been about three hours since I took the robotussin. The robotussin-induced fog on my brain continued to grow. I began to walk home, which is the last thing I remember.

The next morning, I awoke naked in my dorm bed. My clothes (which were lying just outside my room in the hall) were completely covered with sticks and leaves. In the pocket of my jeans I found a citation for drunk and disorderly conduct. The time on the ticket was 3:45 am.
 
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