I have a few stories from my last semester in college. I'll start in chronological order:

During my first week of college I blacked out at a house party. While at the party I apparently projectile vomited on the beer pong table during a match, pulled my hoodie up and disappeared into a sea of people assassins creed style. Later that night I walked into my dorm with a beer in hand, and was confronted my the RA on duty. I dropped the beer and sprinted to my room. My roommate came back with a girl shortly after and found me just chilling in pitch black darkness. He and the girl hooked up on the futon under my bed after I passed out. The next morning I woke up soaked in piss.

Halloween night my buddy and I dressed up as seth rogen and james franco from pineapple express. We had some cross joints, and a handle of vodka. We are pregaming in his room for a while, and next thing I know I wake up on my futon still fully clothed in my seth rogen costume. I guess We had killed the entire handle with the help of another friend. hit some house parties. During one of the parties I spied another bottle across the room that looked unclaimed. I stole it and we killed the rest of it behind a gas station. Shortly after, while walking through some backyards for some reason, I found a gatorade found with some mysterious liquid inside. I dared my buddy to take a pull. He did and immediately spit it out. Apparently it was bleach.

Another time I blacked out and was making my way back to my dorm with the help of my friends. We were stopped by a cop and he started asking us questions. We were all fucked up, but I was absolutely destroyed. Long story short, I had to use the cop to balance myself to even stand up straight. And couldn't tell him the correct day of the week. So I woke up to a citation on my desk.

Fuck blacking out.