I lived in a party house for two years in college so I've seen a lot but one of the most fucked up things that happened was a literal shit show. I lived with some kids from my frat that I didn't know to well but I thought it would be no big deal. Well a few months in things started to go real south. After a few parties our floor literally caved in and it was like walking on a trampoline. That combined with the fact that one kid got a dog and just completely neglected to pick up any of its shit and piss. I mean the whole living room area was covered in shit and piss daily. I stopped talking to them and just hung out with my other friends in my frat and my gf. well one night I was watching netflix in my bed with my gf and they were having a raging party. kinda annoying but no big deal, didn't understand why anyone would wanna party in a house where there is literally shit all over the floor but people are weird i guess. So the party was pretty contained to the kitchen because of all the shit in the living room. One kid from my frat that was better friends with my roomates was so drunk he thought it would be funny to kick my door in. He does it and scares the living hell out of me and my gf and then runs away. I catch up to him and Im like "dude wtf??" Hes so drunk he starts talking shit, calling me a pussy blah blah blah. I tried to let it slide, I really did. But after ten minutes of him spitting in my face I finally swung at him. Didn't take too long for the fight to go down to the floor. The living room floor. So yea i was beating a kid up and rolling around in shit and piss. It was on my back, in my ears, smashed in the guys face, it was all over the place. After I get pulled off of him I tried to go to McDonalds and everyone is screaming at me like "Youre too drunk to drive! Youre covered in shit!" I'm like I'm sober you assholes and my gf has a change of clothes for me. A few hours later after the adrenaline wore off from the fight I was sitting in my room. I got a couple good hits on the kid but not enough to really teach him a lesson. Well the Gods decided that night that the fight was not over. around 2 am I hear a slam and a scream. He's in the living room on top of his ex gf in a very aggressive position. I walked out and just completely rocked him. I mean the kid went airborne. I've never connected a punch so well in my life. I had no idea I had it in me. I thought he was gonna get back up but he couldnt. With the adrenaline pumping in my veins I dragged his ass outside and slammed the door on him. He showed up to chapter two days later with a huge black eye. So yea, thats the story about how I rolled around in shit sober and won my first fight.