From Anonymous:

This morning, my female roommate and I woke up in my bed for the first time this year. Our relationship has always been platonic. But last night, we went out because I found out my girlfriend cheated on me. I had very little recollection of the night before. I asked my roommate what happened. She responded that we were at the bars and I saw my ex-gf, and that I asked her to make out with me to make my ex jealous. I then proceeded to text my ex telling her I was going to have sex with my roommate. I looked in my phone, and yes indeed, I did text her that.

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From Anonymous:

I was studying abroad. My roommate and I noticed we were randomly friends on Facebook with someone from here (probably drunken Facebook). We decided to messaged him and asked him the best places to visit here. I was expecting a reply with places to go; instead, he gave us his phone number and told us he would show us around. He took us out at the Euro Clubs. All of his friends were so welcoming and friendly and glad we were visiting Sweden. We were a little worried about what Swedes would think of Americans, but they all loved us free of judgement. I left after having the time of my life and feeling as if I knew these people for years. If I could live anywhere in the world, it would be here.

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From F*** Technology:

I was on a “mission” last night. It was almost bar time, clock running down and NO luck. I finally met this girl right before the bar closed. She had no idea where her friends were, she said they had taken off. We went back to her place, started kissing in her bed…then she got a call from her friends who just happened to be a-bar’ing at a friends. She quickly forgets about me, kicks me out and goes to the a-bar.

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From Proud Friend:

My buddy drank 2 5th’s of Tequilla, cracks open his head on the hotel’s bathroom tub, gets in a fight (he got jumped), went to jail to detox, got in a fight in jail and is out on the beach living it up right now…

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From Anonymous:

A few nights ago, I came back home, was really drunk. To settle my drunkie munchies, I tried cooking a bagel in the microwave and it kind of caught on fire. We have no microwave now thanks to me.

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From Dani:

This past semester I studied abroad in Milan,Italy with my roomate. On the weekends we traveled to different parts of Europe. Well one weekend we went to Barcelona. It was a pretty drunk weekend I can say the least. But I had an earlier flight then my roomates, which meant I had to leave my hostel at 3 am. I decided to go to the bar, I ended up leaving with this kid I met on an earlier trip, and things happened. Well to say the least, I missed the bus to the airport thanks to him convincing me to stay. Well, I kind of convinced myself I would make it to the airport on time on the next bus. I show up to the airport and they explain my flight just took off. Next thing I know I have to sit on the airport for 12 hours. And as I’m getting my bags checked I hear these annoying girls, and I turn around and its all my friends!!! They all thought I was at home sleeping, well little did they know I missed my flight because I was hooking up with a guy. Oh and on this road trip I lost my phone and memory card to my camera!!

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From Jones:

It was Spring 2009 when all my girls got together for a 12 hour trip to Panama City Beach, Florida. It was a very long trip. Once we got there the fun begun. We partied every single night. My friends got to go back stage with the Ying Yang twins. The foam party was amazing I was soaked! One of the nights we were down there, there was a party on the beach. Even though it was raining the party had just begun we got smashed off someone else’s beer. My friends had the biggest boobs and was going to enter the wet t-shirt contest but their competition was a size A = [ …anyways that’s not the beginning. There was this one girl who “made” the party she was doing so many “X-rated” things =0 you was shocked to see! Even though she eventually got kicked out she got the party going lol and the boys were happy!!!.. I can’t wait until Spring 2010!!! We’re going streaking!!!!

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From TG:

My roommates and I were playing some bags out on our front lawn. Soon, our neighbors across the street joined us. And after that, more people joined in on the fun. I don’t know why we continue drinking on the streets and not bring the party inside our house or something. But soon enough the cops showed up. Everyone started running in all different directions. I ran down the block to my neighbors house. I could hear the cops running after us.

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From Anonymous:

Your typical story at the bars. Your typical story of hooking up with someone. However, not your typical morning. I woke up this morning, still intoxicated and grabbed what I thought was my keys. Well, turns out they weren’t mine. We just have the same keychain. I don’t know her, now I have her keys and she has mine. I don’t even really remember what apartment number she lives at.

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From Chandler:

We were playing centurion (1 shot of beer a minute for 100 minutes), but with a twist. There were a few people doing it with wine, but we were just on the beer. Now one guy, manages his way through 87 shots of cask wine. In 87 minutes. Someone actually ended up taking the wine from him, because they were worried he’d end up dying. Needless to say, he managed to total a room, smash a whole lotta bottles inside the room, and make the dean cry – she’s a big lady… Funnily enough, this guy was also the student club president

Now onto my section of the story. We were just drinking beer, but we got our 100, and there were a few quite keen to kick on. So we decided to go til the last man standing. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done. I awaken, an hour or two later, to the sound of beating on my then locked door. I’m in bed, and the lights are off, still horrendously drunk. They’re like “CHANDLER, OPEN THE DOOR NOW!”. Eventually I dragged my ass outta bed, opened the door, and they’re like – you’re going to the hospital, now. I didn’t understand, until they showed me the bathroom, and I looked in the mirror. At some point, after reaching onehundredandeightysomething shots of beer, things got really messy. Shit started getting thrown around. I decided to launch some chairs out a third story window. And my printer. Then, I ran into another guy’s room, threw a pizza everywhere, and sprinted out. Unfortunately, I sprinted out far too quickly, turned into the corridor, and ran straight into a cabinet.

At this point, the relevance of me seeing the bathroom comes into play. Now, I’d gone straight to the bathroom after I’d hit it, to survey the damage (couldn’t remember any of this). There was blood, everywhere. And I mean everywhere, the mirror, the basins, the floor, the walls, and plenty of it. I look in the mirror, and I’m covered in blood, with a heap of toilet paper sticky taped to my forehead.

12 stitches later…

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From Anonymous:

My friend’s exboyfriend goes to UNK. He is in a frat and all of the members that night were trippin on shrooms and real real drunk when they decided to go out for a car ride. They stopped at the woods and found an ogre, so they took it home and were playing with this ogre all night. When they were done they put it in a closet. The next morning they were all like “what the fuck happened last night, I remember playing with an ogre or something!”

So they go to the closet and find this little boy with down syndrome! They took him back to highway and dropped him off and made an anonymous call to the cops from a payphone saying they saw a little boy walking down the highway. Turns out the kid was kidnapped a week before and his kidnapper left him in the woods. The cops came and got him and he got home safely…great story.

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From Wright 9:

Before heading out one night I had the great idea of getting a subway sandwich to put in the fridge to accommodate my drunken munchies that I was going to get upon returning from a night out. After coming back completely trashed I really didn’t want to eat alone so I roamed the halls, sandwich in hand, and listened for sounds coming from rooms. As luck would have it, the two hottest girls on my floor were still awake, and unfortunately, sober enough to remember everything.

I made my way into their room and creepily asked them both out for sushi, in the same sentence. If that weren’t bad enough I kept going on and on as to how hot they were and how I thought they were each “very nice girls”. At some point they tried to get rid of me because of my drunken buffoonery and I put my sandwich in one of their desk drawers and went across the hall to take a leak in the girls bathroom. When I finished, I realized that they had locked me out. I began pounding on the door (It was now around 3:30AM) and asked them for my sandwich, to which they replied that I took it with me. Eventually I gave up on the sandwich and went to bed.

The next morning I wake up and end up in the elevator with both of them. All they can do is laugh when they see me and ask me when we were going to get sushi (because they both agreed to go out with me to get me out of their room). For the rest of the year I didn’t live this down. Sure was a fun night though.

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