Fairly boring stories here. Allow me to demonstrate a better one:
Acouple years ago when I was in a seaside town, I went out partying with some of my friends, needless to say, us being a bunch of manchildren with little caution, we brazenly tried a cocktail called 'THE TERMINATOR', which was served in what I could only assume was a bucket, but I'd had quite afew before that and was more than happy to drink more.
I later learned that the TERMINATOR had approximately 250ml Vodka, 250ml Bacardi rum and 250ml of 'Clear spirit' (The nastiest alcohol known to cheap drunks everywhere down that way). Plus an assortment of fruit juices to deaden the taste.
Collectively, our memories faded to black.
When I woke, the day after, I was still 75% drunk, 25% hungover, when my brain finally engaged, I found myself on the floor of the kitchen in our shared flat, surrounded by:
A traffic cone.
Six pint glasses filled with golden fluid of undetermined origin.
A mercedes symbol, ripped from a car, plus parking ticket.
One bottle of 'Balkan Vodka', empty, with 5 warning labels, (EXTREMELY FLAMABLE and NEVER DRINK STRAIGHT caught my eye, along with the shotglasses).
And what appeared to be an electric handrier, the name of of a local pub was written on it, along with six or seven bathroom tiles still attached.
When the rest of the guys woke up, we laughed, tried to recall what had happened, then disposed of the evidence. Lord help my liver.