At a Christmas Party, someone kept getting the exact same mug as a gift like 4 times in a row, and each time we all chanted “MUG! MUG! MUG! MUG! MUG!” over and over again lmfao

I've got two. First was my uncles 40th. A bonfire and a BBQ. A couple of hours in, the bonfire was getting low so another uncle said 'Give me 5 minutes'. Sure enough, he came back with armfuls of wood and he kept them coming all night and no-one questioned it. The party ends and everyone is leaving and we notice something is off. It turns out he stole the garden fences for three entire streets. 30 years later, some of the houses still don't have fences. Second was on a college trip in 2003 to Spain. In stayed in a town called Salou. First few nights, we hit the night clubs but the mixture of the prices and the local gangs of teenage neo-nazis (no, I'm not kidding) ending up with the group finding a bar on the beach front called The Rails, literally 100 yards from the hotel. The unique thing about this bar: The beer was served in steins. 8 Euros for 5 pints of beer or cider. For students running out of spending money, this was perfect. After last orders, everyone staggered back to the hotel, except for one guy. He army crawled his way back to the hotel. Over the beach, over the road, over the wall of the hotel, swan the pool and climbed the balconies 13 floors to the roof and started throwing the furniture from the roof into the pool. It was a sun lounger and deck chair massacre. The reckoning came in the morning. The hotel manager and tutors announced that we were loosing our security deposits because of the actions of this one guy. He cost us 90 Euros each, totalling nearly 9000 Euros. He earned the name Spiderman. That trip was full stupid moments: My own was leaving the club early and my roommates had the key. I was too drunk to go to the front desk so I sat in seating area outside my room and just started chain smoking Marlboros and cheap cigars. I smoked so much, it set of the fire alarm as my roommates turned up and the hotel had to be evacuated.

The Ukranian Dancer Seducer does not often drink beer, but when he does, he prefers Dos Equis. Stay thirsty, my friends.

Story 15 (the one in Isla Vista): of all the stupid things my children are inevitably going to do, I hope none of them turn into something irreversible. That poor young man.

Story 20: oh my God bars

I’ve got two: First one was my buddy’s 21st and it turned into one of 2 48 hour parties we had that year, we initially didn’t plan on having the party last that long but once you get a groove going it’s hard to stop. Anyways we initially planned on going clubbing after work but the Birthday Boy (BB) got the day off and pre games all day. When I got picked up BB was practically burping up pure alcohol fumes and his at the time roommate (Carena), who he’d been trying to hook up with, was happy to have another person in the car. We get to the club and this guy just starts downing drinks while the rest of us made our way to the dance floor, ride wit me by Nellie was playing and that was my jam. Midway through the night and BB was hating life, Carena met her future husband (married 16 years now), and it’s decided BB needed to go home and since I wasn’t 21 yet I had the privilege. Getting BB into the car was a hassle, every time I’d try and move him into the car he’d freak out and claim he was about to puke, it took me an hour and half to get him in the car. I finally had to duct tape a garbage bag to his dashboard and hoped for the best, why my buddy had duct tape and garbage bags in his trunk I still don’t know. On the drive home he ended up falling face first into my lap, I tried several times to get him to sit up but for some reason he just refused, and just accepted that as my life up to that point. When we got to his gate guard (we were Army) I handed over our IDs with BB’s face still in my lap, drooling. When the gate guard asked to see BB’s face I picked his head up by the back of his neck to hood his face up and he of course had his tongue hanging out. After the gate guard verified him with I tried to get him to sit up his head ended up ricocheting off of the passenger window and he landed face first back into my lap. After I got him home I parked his car in front of his house and undid his seat belt and got him to sit up finally. I then opened his door and he fell onto his lawn and began literally crawling slowly to his front door. After making halfway into his house he passed out, hard. I ended up dragging him in far enough to close the door and left him there, I then found his stash of everclear gummies and passed out shirtless on the couch. About an hour later Carena, her future husband Mike, and a third mutual friend of ours showed up and we continued the party after we were finally able to get BB to his room. I think I finally started passing out around 5 or so and Carena said I could sleep in her bed so that’s where I went. I woke up a few hours later and found Carena and Mike snuggling on each side of me, nekkid. I got up just as BB was waking up to find the third mutual friend in his room. After seeing it was only like 11am me and BB started doing shots while making breakfast. The others broke up and we all mutually decided to keep the party going but me and Mike needed clean clothes so we went back to our barracks and got some clothes and more booze. After returning we went back to partying, BB kept trying to hook up with Carena while the mutual friend kept trying to hook up with BB, meanwhile me and Mike rocked out with Guitar Hero for a while before we just put a movie on (Dead Silence for anyone interested). Overall the second night was much tamer but we still had a blast. The next day meh, we really didn’t do much except go to the mall and dropped our third mutual acquaintance off with her husband, guess I should’ve mentioned that part, and then myself and Mike went back to our barracks. Seeing how long this comment is I’m not gonna share the second story but I’ll give some highlights: - a paraplegic friend of ours crawled out of his wheelchair and into my friend Kaitlyn’s room while she was in there, stole her bra, shoved it into his pants and crawled out. The next morning after we both woke up on the floor he pulled the bra out of his pants and was wondering who he slept with the night before. - told me about this hot girl at the “goth club” but it turned out she was a pre op transgender. Still the 3rd best bartender I’ve ever met, I miss you Dottie and hope you’re doing well! - more guitar hero!

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Story 19: Cops "It was so strange, you'd expect them all to be doing it. I actually thought one of the white kids was going to break down and start begging for us not to arrest them. Then the odd man out goes 'I don't do that, and I have a curfew'. We just let the kid go. We already had three pot heads."

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