It's probably going to get buried, but I will tell my story.

Back in the years around age 21, two of my friends had moved into an apartment. So, in order to christen the new abode, they decided to throw a party. Well, who gets invited? I do.

Around this time in my life, I didn't give a fuck about much and I had an invincible liver. Started off the night taking some miley that someone said was bunk. What'd I do? Ate all that shit. And, well, it wasn't as bunk as I thought.

At some point in the night, I have lost total track of what's going on and was told later that I disappeared with my friend's smokin hot sister.

Then, apparently, I returned. Bubbled some moonshine and passed out on the recliner.

Well, that wasn't the end. I guess at some point in the night, mid-morning when only a couple folks were still awake, I'm told that I stumbled into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and started pissing. Yep, all over the fridge, and everything inside.

So, apparently, one of the friend's that lived there and was still awake told let me go back to sleep, but took my wallet, and told me that if I didn't come back the next day to clean up, I'm never getting my wallet back. I don't remember that.

But, here's what I do remember. I remember waking up in the recliner the next morning when the other friend(not the one with my wallet) was getting some water which prompted the same out of me. When I go to get the glass of water, I remarked, "Damn, we made a fucking mess last night? How'd all this beer get on the floor?" Then, I got in my car and drove home.(probably should not have)

So, at this, point, I am sleeping off my awful hangover when I get a call from my friend who was getting water when I left. And he says,

"So, icanhasreclaims, you know all that beer on the floor in the kitchen?"

I'm like, "Yeah?"

He says, "Well... That wasn't beer."

Then, I'm like "Okay."

"Well, icanhasreclaims, you pissed in my fridge last night..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I did what?"

"Um, Yeah, you pissed in the fridge, and roommate has your wallet, and he says you're not getting it back til you come and clean up your mess."

"I did WHAT?"

"Yeah, I dunno."

"Okay, I'm on my way.

So, I drive my hungover ass back over there, and clean their whole place more spotless than the day the landlord showed it to them.

And, that was the worst, but also one of the best parties of my life.