There was one time that involved a collapsing set of stairs in a a friends house, a smashed toilet, a popped water bed, 8 boxes of Mac n cheese, a shotgun, and a dead rooster. I don’t remember anything about the night but have had the story repeated to me numerous times by different people who were there.
There’s another one when I was visiting Ft. Myers Fla. I had a buddy that lives there and knew the bartender at a bar called Top of the Mast. We ended up drinking frozen Rum Runners for about 5 hours. I ordered oysters and after 3 of them knew that my GI tract was gonna have issues. I high tailed it out of the bar and onto the mostly deserted beach where what I swear was 5 gallons of Rum Runners and 3 oysters came up. I say the beach was mostly deserted because there was a Ft. Myers PD officer 10ft behind me as I stumbled down the beach. I remember very clearly him telling me if I stopped walking I was going to jail. I proceeded to stumble/vomit my way down the beach for an undetermined amount of time. I rather suddenly came out of my haze and realized I had no idea where I was. Turns out I had walked about 3 miles down the beach. I have no idea how long the officer followed me. My buddy was freaking out thinking I had walked into the ocean and drowned. I still have the cup I was drinking rum runners out of.
I’m not in on the PIF though, yearly sabbatical and all.
There’s another one when I was visiting Ft. Myers Fla. I had a buddy that lives there and knew the bartender at a bar called Top of the Mast. We ended up drinking frozen Rum Runners for about 5 hours. I ordered oysters and after 3 of them knew that my GI tract was gonna have issues. I high tailed it out of the bar and onto the mostly deserted beach where what I swear was 5 gallons of Rum Runners and 3 oysters came up. I say the beach was mostly deserted because there was a Ft. Myers PD officer 10ft behind me as I stumbled down the beach. I remember very clearly him telling me if I stopped walking I was going to jail. I proceeded to stumble/vomit my way down the beach for an undetermined amount of time. I rather suddenly came out of my haze and realized I had no idea where I was. Turns out I had walked about 3 miles down the beach. I have no idea how long the officer followed me. My buddy was freaking out thinking I had walked into the ocean and drowned. I still have the cup I was drinking rum runners out of.
I’m not in on the PIF though, yearly sabbatical and all.