When I was about 16 or 17...
my friend's parents had gone away on holiday for a bit, and we had a spare house for the weekend! PARTY!

Now, I didn't really drink at that age, and still don't really to this day, but that doesn't stop me from being a bit of a dick once I know my friends won't remember what I did. I also liked suggesting things for my friends to do and watch them drunkenly carry out my idiotic ideas.

One of my friends turned up fresh from the chip shop, and had a nice oily paper that his fish was wrapped in. I rolled the whole paper into a massive cone, and persuaded my friends to light it and smoke it. They agreed, and the three guys with me at the time had a toke each, before spluttering their guts out. When it got to me, I thought it wise not to puff on it, and tried to put it out. I blew on it, but it only fanned the flames and it set on fire like a mighty torch. I panicked, and thrust it into the pond.

The monday after, my friend came in looking very distant. We asked him what was up, and he told us that after tidying up he'd found his pond covered in black soot and oil, and his dad's prize carp were no where to be found. My heart sunk. Fortunately, no one remembered the what happened very well, and one of my other friends who did remember smoking a chip shop wrapper presumed it was him and confessed. All that week I felt like shit until my friend's parents came home to reveal their carp died months ago.

On another occasion at uni, my housemate's geeky friend came round to our first houseparty. Me and a few others got him to down 2 or 3 shots of absinthe. After the first, he almost suffocated on the fumes, and began coughing like I'd never seen. Soon, however, he was getting into the swing of things. We began marching him round the party, informing any girl we could find how cool he was because he could down absinthe. Every time we told them that, he gulped a few mouthfuls of the stuff to show off. Soon, I lost interest, and thought he was going to enjoy the rest of his night. The next morning we found him on the floor in the bathroom with bloodshot eyes in a pool of vomit. There was also vomit all over the walls, sink, and worst of all, on the toothbrushes. To add insult to injury, my toothbrush was in my room - result! No one rememebered my antics, and purely blamed poor Dan. I feel bad for doing it, but at least he didn't die.
( guffguff fuckes your gradeds balls!, Wed 1 Sep 2010, 21:08, 2 replies)

MASSIVE CHIPS

( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Wed 1 Sep 2010, 23:10, closed)

LOL

( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 1 Sep 2010, 23:35, closed)