The Best House Party Ever
I used to work with a guy who spoke practically 100% pure bullshit.

He had constructed himself an illustrious past that painted him as the coolest person you could ever wish to meet.

Anyway, his best and, my favourite was the story that we refer to as the Drug Castle.

At Uni, he and his friends hosted the ultimate house party. As you entered the building, the ground floor was all alcohol. You always had to have a drink in your hand on the alcohol floor, and you couldn't go upstairs until you were completed ratted.

Once you had "graduated" the alcohol floor, you were allowed to go upstairs.

The first floor was the weed floor. Scores of people sat around smoking. There was no drinking here (because you were already drunk, remember?) just 100% pure weed. And, you guessed it, you can't leave the floor until you're completely stoned.

Then, you get to go upstairs.

The second floor was where all the hard drugs were. So, pissed and stoned, you were now lucky enough to be able to complete your perfect evening.


Over time we have embellished this story with additional floors and all sorts of debauchery, but the bit above is as close to the original as I can remember.

The story raises all sorts of questions, as I'm sure you're already reviewing. Such as: Whose house was this? Where did all the money come from? How many people made it to the second floor? And, did he honestly expect that building such a ridiculous lie would go unchallenged? Twunt.
(Her Ghost zomegle.com, Sat 1 Dec 2007, 15:20, Reply)