Not me this happened to, but a cousin who told me.

On his birthday that he was officially legal to drink, he barhopped and got shitfaced with a bunch of his older friends, then they laid back to his house and all passed out eventually.

My cousin woke up when he did because his dog's face was right in his face and had the infamous dog breath get him up. He was layered with tortillas and had a few dented (yet unopened) cans of beans around him.

That was weird, but more was to come. He walks into the kitchen to get water and something to possibly eat to offset the hangover maybe, but when he turns the corner, three of his friends, all of whom are Mexicans (this will come of benefit to know a little later), are passed out in various positions in the kitchen:

-one was in the fetal position at the corner of the kitchen clutching for dear life a can of cheap beer and having his face slightly dewy, which was most likely him sobbing

-one was sprawled out across his dining room, with his hand lodged in the cross-sections of a chair

-one (my favourite of them all to hear about) was slumped at the kitchen counter and was most likely in the process of making himself or someone else a burrito and had passed out mid-burrito-making and his head was in the beans that were obviously straight out of the can

Piecing together what happened the previous night was easy to do though, as one of the friends recorded on my cousin's phone the reason why he was covered in tortillas and the mangled bean cans around him.

They were doing a blood-brother process they made up to induct my (white-as-snow) cousin as one of them and tried to use the tortillas and the beans as part of the process. They gave up after they couldn't open the cans of beans and scratched the idea.

I don't think I could personally ever top that in any drinking stories I have or will have, so in my family, he'll always be the reigning champion most likely