Ahh college. Full of parties, homework, classes, and as soon as you hit 21 the bars start taking a special place in your heart.

One of the bars in my tiny college town had a deal, you buy a $20 or $30 shirt at the beginning of the semester, and every Thursday you get free rail drinks and tap beer. Of course it's shitty tap beer, but that's besides the point.

Me and my friends would go every Thursday right at 8pm when they opened. We would drink and be merry and be completely fucked by around 11:30 or 12:00. This night was no different, except when one of my friends came down to the basement of the bar where I was talking to some people and loudly declared "I AM THE BLACKOUT KING."

When you're 21, in front of cute girls, and drunk as hell, you take that as a challenge. I go up to my friend and say "I could easily out drink you, in fact I probably already have." We both walk up to the bar and I say we line up ten shots, and he could pick the poison. I was hoping for something like straight vodka, which I knew was his favorite. Instead, he chose Fireball Whiskey.

For those of you who have not had the pleasure, Fireball Whiskey is equal to Satan's Semen. Just a foul spicy mixture that you don't want in your mouth, especially not five shots worth. But I couldn't back down at this point, so I take the five shots of Fireball.

Immediately after that I don't recall what happened, but according to my friends I hung out for a little bit longer and then disappeared. The amazing thing is somehow I not only ended up home, but there was a girl who was easily 2 leagues above me laying in my bed.

The worst part is I have no proof, only a few of my friends believe me and that's because of other crazy stories that they were around for. Most people think I just couldn't handle my liquor, puked in the bathroom, and went home to bed.