I was relatively new to drinking at the time (this was two years ago, when I was 20) and my friends and I were doing the Pokemon Drinking Game at another friend's flat at his college. If you haven't yet had the pleasure of playing this game, it's a circular board with rings, and follows the path you would take to the Elite Four in the original Blue and Red. You roll a die and move that many spaces, and the spaces would say stuff like take two drinks and give one to someone else. Well, there was one space that said whomever landed there could make up a new rule. My friend who is now president of a frat said that whenever we take a drink, we had to take double. One space said I had to take 5 drinks, so I did 10. I was drinking vodka straight from the bottle. Near the end of the game (we really only made it like half through because most of us were shitfaced) everyone decided to go to bed and I wasn't drunk yet so I finished the bottle and had some more from a second bottle. I learned later that I had close to a handle of vodka that night. Last thing I remember was sitting on a couch just laughing to myself before I blacked out.

I woke up the next morning soaking wet and asked my friend what happened.

Apparently I went upstairs and opened everyone's doors while they were sleeping and fucking laughed hysterically, waking everyone up and proceeded to slide face first down the steps of his flat screaming "I'm Superman!" Not once, but like seven times in a row, hitting my head on his wall at the bottom of the steps each time. Then, I took off almost all my clothes and rolled around in the snow, laughing like a prospector looking for gold. They had to carry me inside and out me in the shower to warm up. I then apparently threw up all over my friend's bathrooms clogged his toilet trying to clean it up with paper towels and then managed somehow to clean it all up while drunk.

Needless to say, I'm never allowed back there again.