Ah, but you left your wallet on someone’s dresser. You woke up that morning but forgot her name so you have to drive all the way back to her apartment and hope she’s there.
A note that says, “Great ‘party’, call me.” that is signed by someone who calls themself Santa and has a $10 bill folded inside of it. I still can’t figure out what that was all about.
Pants? Who wears pants to a party? Its just too expensive loosing pants all the time, much better when you know your gonna get naked to show up that way.
Well, I’ve found out (from a very attractive woman, I might add) that I am an obnoxious drunk who spent all last night throwing people’s shoes out the window…
Well, I woke up the morning after Mardi Gras with so many beads around my neck it ached. And I didn’t remember “earning” them all, except my guy friends assured me they brokered my titties and I was responsible for their impressive arrays of beads, too.
Ay yi yi.
Not a pocket, but in the same vein. My bosoms are in a lot of strangers’ vacation photos.
Back in college, my roommate one summer disappeared after a party and in the morning was lying on the porch with a 3’ piece of railroad rail, and 16 cinder-blocks. No clue where he’d gotten them.
My father-in-law once found a gravestone in the trunk of his car after he and his cousins went out drinking.
::sigh:: I always pass out long before I blackout. Damn. I wish I would come home with cool, strange, unexplained stuff sometimes. But I’m always to busy vomiting Frito Pies all over wicker sofas.
What kind of funky-ass places are you getting drunk? Did this happen at Jeffry Dahmer’s going-away party after he was sentenced to prison?
I actually woke up after a binge one day to find a wedding ring on my finger. I spent 2 days trying to find out who I had gotten married to, only to find out it was a prank. A recently divorced buddy put his old ring on my finger while I was passed out.