>>1156
Alright here is a story about me and a friend of mine.
>First year of college I made friends with a guy who did not drink, or smoke, etc. We called him Gator.
>As time goes by he starts drinking little bits at a time, a beer here and there nothing major.
>Halloween rolls around and we go to a party some friends are throwing.
>Booze is everywhere, and I'm like a kid in a candy store.
>Joking around another one of my friends called Hurricane challenges Gator to take shots with him.
>Gator accepts and ends up doing 7 shots.
Now my friend Gator is a 6ft 2in or 187.9cm tall burly guy from Canada and actually handles the liquor really well. He ends up having the time of his life.
>The next day is Saturday, and Hurricane, Gator, me, and another guy named Ryan are going to another party later that night.
>We start to sip on a few beers in Hurricane's dorm room around 5:00pm to get a good buzz going.
>Gator is having none of that.
>He starts pounding beers like there is no tomorrow.
>8:00pm
>Gator is still drinking but has slowed down a bit, and is very drunk.
>another friend swings by and invites my to smoke with him.
>my friends don't smoke weed so I head off to 420 blaze it.
>Come back about an hour later to find Gator and Ryan in a Mexican stand off.
>Gator is an inch away from Ryan's face shouting "Hurricane look at me"
>Ryan is drunk and getting angry.
>Hurricane and I pull Gator back and sit him on the couch.
> Ryan storms off and Hurricane follows him.
>I go over to Gator who is sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.
>"uh, are you okay Gator?"
>Gator jumps up and immediately falls over smashing Hurricane's cheap coffee table.
>I'll take that as a "no" then.
>I help Gator up and he starts stumbling to the door.
> "I'm totally cool bro lets go to that party"
> I follow Gator out into the hallway and he is zig-zagging all over the place trying to make it to the stairs.
>Shit I need to stop him.
>"Uh hey Gator shouldn't you go to the bathroom before heading out?"
>Gator spins around and grabs me by the arm pulling me into the hall bathroom with him.
>"anon you're smart, you're a smart guy, that's why you're my friends."
>Still holding my arm in a death grip he takes off his pants with one hand and leans the side of his body in the urinal.
>Gator stares at me and in a dead serious tone says.
>"Anon I want you to slap me."
>"Uh…. what?"
>"Slap me anon, I've been a shit friend."
>okay…
>I half heartily wave my free hand at his face and he dodges it.
>"Fingertips, you only used your fingertips. You need to go full force anon"
>Tightening his grip on my arm Gator proceeds to slap himself in the face with it.
>*slap*
>"WHO IS YOUR MASTER AND COMMANDER?"
>"…what?"
>*slap*
>" WHO IS YOUR MASTER AND COMMANDER ANON?"
>"I.. I don't know"
>*slap*
>"WHO IS YOUR MA-"
>Suddenly Ryan kicks in the door and storms in with Hurricane in tow.
>"…what the fuck? Are we interrupting something anon?"
>Ryan and Hurricane help me pry off Gator, put his pants back on and get him into the hallway.
>While Gator is stumbling down the hall back to his room Ryan and Hurricane turn to me.
>"what was going on in there anon?"
>"Hell if I know. Gator is compl-"
>Look down the hall, Gator is no longer in front of us, and we are nowhere near his room.
Oh fuck he went into some random person's room.
>We frantically try door knobs to see which one are unlocked.
>The second one I try opens to a dark room with two guys sleeping in it and Gator squatting in the back corner in his boxers, shirt and pants nowhere to be found.
>Hurricane barges past me grabs Gator and tosses him over his shoulder like a sack of flower and sprints out of the room down the hall.
>I catch up to see Gator being tossed into his bunk bed.
>Gator yells "Ya'll are trying to make me southern!" and then passes out.
>Ryan, Hurricane, and I call it a night and head back to our rooms.
>The next morning I wake up and head to the Dorm Common Room.
>Gator is sitting on the couch looking like death warmed over.
>"What the fuck did I do last night anon?"
I filled him in on what happened and he apologized profusely and treated Ryan, Hurricane, and I to pancakes.