Not really a party but...
In my teenage years if I wanted to get mullered I had to stay at a friends house since my mother nearly handed me over to social services if I came in drunk. Friday evening, my mate Ian asks me if I want to stay, I ring my mam and she gives me the okay so off I tootle to buy drink and drugs. Now, at this time I had developed a liking for Brown Ale and dope but had never mixed the two and since I wouldn't have to face my mam I decided tonight was the night to really get fucked.

After 6 bottles of Brown Ale and started to make myself some buckets. After four buckets I decided to go back to my mates house. When I got to my mates house I decided I felt sick....really sick. I dashed past his parents to the toilet, closed the door and sprayed the wall, sink and carpet in vom. In my drunken state I tried to clean it up but decided I was too pissed to do it properly so I went to get my mate to do it.

Me - Ian, i've been sick in your toilet
Ian - No Problem, just aslong as you flushed....
Me - No, no, no. I've been sick in your toilet

A look of dread spread over his face as he realised what he meant and dashed over to clean the mess up.

While he was scrubbing away I was sitting with another mate of mine chatting when that feeling came over me again. This time I couldn't run to the toilet so I put my head inbetween my legs and was sick onto the sleeping bag I was sitting on. Ian came back in the room...

Me - I've been sick again
Ian - For fucks sake!

He cleaned it up again, I passed out and woke up at 4 in the morning with a god awful hangover. I totally deserved it but I had to feel a little smug when his parents blamed the smell of sick on his older brother who had also came in ratted that night and was sick in his bed. Result.
(Peter Sutcliffe's Right Bollock, Thu 13 Apr 2006, 22:06, Reply)