New Years Eve. About 6 of us are totally drunk, after drinking several cases of Beer, Tequila, and scotch.
One of my friends, who was also in the SCA with a scot personality, got stuck speaking in a scottish/Gaelic accent. ( Don’t ask how, but every time he gets ROARING drunk, he lapses into it. This was the first time any of us experienced it.)
Well, After this one friend has prayed to the porcalien god several times, we settle down for a nice game of dirty scrabble.
Throughout this game, I’m goading him into taking another nice long pull from the Cuervo 1800 i’m drinking. He finally grabs the bottle out of my hand, and then promptly has it grabbed out of HIS hand by another friend.
He then looked at me, and in that accent that he was stuck in, uttered the one line I will go to my grave remembering.
“I’d beh kickin’ yer ass, if I cou’d seh buh onny two of ya’!”
(Translation: I’d be kicking your ass, if I could only see but only two of you!)
This was over 10 years ago, and we still lose it every time one of us utters that line.
The first and only time I dropped acid, I came home and tried to convince my mom that our cat was an alien, and that her quilting frame was his spaceship.
After crashing for a little afternoon nap (while in high school) I wondered into the kitchen, still a little buzzed from some earlier activity and asked my Mom what was for dinner. She replied “hash” and I remember a feeling of elation sweeping over my being. I asked “hash?!!” she says yeah, looking at me kinda strange. When it dawned on me we were talking about two different things I just sort of started laughing and went back to my room before my Dad got home.
I’d deny this but it was videotaped…
At a party and several shots of Everclear, RumpleMinze and Stoli Cranberry, I decided to sing for everyone.
So I sang and danced to …
Did I mention I was really, really, Uberdrunk?
Britney Spears, “I’m A Slave For You”. Complete with grinding on a chair during the moany parts.
The curse of being a trained singer. Hear a song once, have the lyrics down whether you want to or not.
My personal favorite was my friend Eric from my retail days. We had been to a party on a Saturday night and both of us had to work early the next morning. He didn’t stop drinking until 6am, passed out briefly and was at work at 8am.
With a blood alcohol limit that would kill some people, he suddenly grew fatigued and decided to lay down.
So he did, on a rack of lettuce he had just stocked. I took pictures before I shook him awake. 
There are some good stories here.
Once, during a drinking session, I started pole dancing with a pool cue. Apparently I wasn’t too bad at it, if the number of offers I got in the next ten minutes is any guide.
Another time, after inhaling a certain herb that’s been mentioned a few times already, I decided I wanted to eat cheese - I mean, I really wanted some cheese, preferably a nice Brie, but I would have settled for Kraft processed. I started off asking my only slightly-less-baked friend whether she had any cheese once every two minutes or so, then started searching her cupboards because I was convinced she was holding out on me.
Eventually she wound up practically having to tie me down, because I was determined to either go and ask the neighbours for some cheese, or go and find an open store and buy some (not easy at 3am).