I think we all have that one story then ends with "seriously bro, craziest night of my life".

Let's hear em!

2 chicks at the same time.

My wife was 9 months pregnant and it was 94 degrees out. I had to go work my Saturday night shift at McDonald's. I didn't get off until 1:30 am. I drove home and went to bed. It was nearly 2:00am.

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ended up in the back of a paddy wagon detained for three hours. thought my life was over. craziest night of my life bro

I killed a man with a trident.

Back when I lived in the house of a predominantly Jewish fraternity, I was assaulted by two ignorant fucking hillbillies from the agriculture frat across the street due to their dislike (to put it nicely) of Jewish people. What can be best described as an anti-semitic hate crime (though I'm not Jewish myself) resulted in me being jumped, pummeled, kicked and beaten by 4 corn fed hicks for no reason.

The benefit of living in the largest frat house on campus at the time, numerous people from my house saw this happening and ran outside. A giant brawl ensued and ended when one of my fraternity brothers picked up a brick and straight up smashed this dudes face in with it. It was basically a mini-riot that resulted from anti-semitic remarks.

Never seen so many cop cars in my life. I didn't get charged with any thing because I was a victim but a lot of people got some serious charges and two of the people that instigated the assault not only got charged, but suffered some pretty serious life changing injuries.

One hell of a night for sure.

^^^
You never fuck with MOT


The craziest night of my life occurred when I was playing in a soccer game at night and got cleated (with a metal cleat) in the face and broke 7 bones and had 64 stitches up my face. Look pretty good now too.


Oh, and my 3 way.

Getting chased by the rent-a-cops inside the horseshoe or some other fun nights at tOSU could be top of my list, but I vote Tops is getting stuck in a blizzard in Calhoun, Georgia coming back from spring break in college. People crashed on the floor of the Holiday Inn. Found a keg fridge in the kitchen. Tapped it and found a couple pitchers. Celebrated on a Sunday (no beer sales) my best friends 21st bday with a couple girls also stuck in the blizzard from Miami of Ohio.

WOW I have lots...
The drunk nights I want to forget, the stoned night I can remember.</SPAN>



So here one drunk and stoned:</SPAN>
The wife and I and another couple got stoned at our house (before kids), got hungry and when to the old Loma Linda (Toledo Airport Hightway) this is back in 1973. The place was packed we got four pitcher of margarita while we where waiting for a table. Two more once we got seated have no idea what we ordered I do remember eating, no idea who paid the bill, how much the bill was, how I drove home Loma Linda to Perrysburg. What I do know is &#8230; my wife jean jacket was cover with guacamole dip and vomit, my car had three of four Loma salsa serving dishes inside spilled everywhere, there was cheese dip all over the dash, and the inside was all wet and soapy and I&#8217;m not sure to this day but I think we drove threw a car wash maybe with the window down. I had at the time a VW Wagon there was tracks from the stop light at the corner across everyone front yard to my house where my car was parked sideway in the driveway and we somehow was able to drive under a guide wire between the grounded to a telephone pole. We woke up on the back porch under a tarp &#8230; about 12:00, sometime around 3:00 we where able to start to function &#8230;. </SPAN></SPAN>

Oh! The other couple a friend took them home &#8230; We left them there in the parking lot .. </SPAN>

Belly35;1216829 wrote: WOW I have lots...
The drunk nights I want to forget, the stoned night I can remember.</SPAN>



So here one drunk and stoned:</SPAN>
The wife and I and another couple got stoned at our house (before kids), got hungry and when to the old Loma Linda (Toledo Airport Hightway) this is back in 1973. The place was packed we got four pitcher of margarita while we where waiting for a table. Two more once we got seated have no idea what we ordered I do remember eating, no idea who paid the bill, how much the bill was, how I drove home Loma Linda to Perrysburg. What I do know is &#8230; my wife jean jacket was cover with guacamole dip and vomit, my car had three of four Loma salsa serving dishes inside spilled everywhere, there was cheese dip all over the dash, and the inside was all wet and soapy and I&#8217;m not sure to this day but I think we drove threw a car wash maybe with the window down. I had at the time a VW Wagon there was tracks from the stop light at the corner across everyone front yard to my house where my car was parked sideway in the driveway and we somehow was able to drive under a guide wire between the grounded to a telephone pole. We woke up on the back porch under a tarp &#8230; about 12:00, sometime around 3:00 we where able to start to function &#8230;. </SPAN></SPAN>

Oh! The other couple a friend took them home &#8230; We left them there in the parking lot .. </SPAN>

Your stories never disappoint.

I was dating a stripper when i was 21 hoping to get a threesome.(which never happened) She took me to her apartment and her roommate was having a party. This was about 3am and all the strippers from the club was there. A few of the strippers boyfriends was there. Outta 20 people there were only 5 guys. Cocaine was being done like it was our job. I thought for sure this was the night I would get my threesome I always dreamed about. Well the night progresses and I watch girls banging each other all over the apartment. I ask the girlfriend if we could invite one or two with us. She said hell no shes not into women or sharing her man. FUCK I was ready to leave her on the spot. We go back to her room and there is three girls going at it on the floor so we go in there get in bed and start fucking. I couldnt take my eyes off the girls on the floor. It was pretty cool but never did get to have a threesome.

mcburg93;1216921 wrote:I was dating a stripper when i was 21 hoping to get a threesome.(which never happened) She took me to her apartment and her roommate was having a party. This was about 3am and all the strippers from the club was there. A few of the strippers boyfriends was there. Outta 20 people there were only 5 guys. Cocaine was being done like it was our job. I thought for sure this was the night I would get my threesome I always dreamed about. Well the night progresses and I watch girls banging each other all over the apartment. I ask the girlfriend if we could invite one or two with us. She said hell no shes not into women or sharing her man. FUCK I was ready to leave her on the spot. We go back to her room and there is three girls going at it on the floor so we go in there get in bed and start fucking. I couldnt take my eyes off the girls on the floor. It was pretty cool but never did get to have a threesome.

Mechanicsburg stripper....I bet she was hot... :rolleyes:

SnotBubbles;1216947 wrote:Mechanicsburg stripper....I bet she was hot... :rolleyes:

hahaha It was when I was living in columbus.

Last Wednesday, I was working on a project that had to be done Thursday morning. Our server went down and I called tech support. The phone was answered BY A HUMAN BEING. I explained the problem and was up and running in five minutes.












Yes I lead a dull life.

My first year of college, there was a pretty bad snowstorm (in Winona Lake, Indiana), and the campus security guy on duty was notorious for taking his job WAY too seriously ... more often than not, he was a douche-and-a-half.

Well, he had just bought some special "police boots" from out of some catalog, and this was the first shift where he was wearing them. A few friends of mine and I decided we were going to have a little fun at this guy's expense. We decided that we were going to do Bo Duke-style hood slides across his CS car in nothing but our shoes and underwear. To see if we can get away with it without him identifying us, we decided to wear unusual hats. So one guy grabbed a Santa hat; the second got a Russian-looking winter cap (I don't know what they're actually called), and I grabbed a giant sombrero I'd won at the local Taco Bell in a taco-eating contest earlier in the year. We put on clothes and packed our hats into duffel bags.

It was pretty late at night (11pm or so), and we called a few more friends and told them what we were doing, but that we needed a driver. A girl from our sister hall took us up on it, and she was at our doorstep with her rusty, rattling Grand Prix in about ten minutes.

We didn't get very far before we spotted the car, driver inside, right in front of the old basketball gym, so the car pulled around the building, and we lost the pants and shirt and donned our ridiculous hats.

We got out of the car and peeked around the corner of the building only to find that the car was no longer there. After surveying the parking lot, we could see the car way off in the distance, in front of another dorm. We talked and decided we'd just run screaming toward it and hopefully freak him out enough that he wouldn't know what to do.

So we took off toward the car, and when we got close enough, we began screaming.

And then the car turned its cherry lights on.

Turns out, the car was WLPD and not the campus security vehicle.

Well the cop called out for us to walk toward him, but we turned and ran instead, as he began to chase us. There was an elementary school that shared a chain link fence with the parking lot, so we climbed it and went tearing through the elementary school's jungle gym. We ducked through a couple buildings and crossed a few streets before we got to another campus building, where we hid in the bushes. When we were sure we'd lost the cop, we crept around the building and saw the driver that had helped us get near the security car in the first place. Rusty, rattling green Grand Prix. We figured it had been a failed night, so we ran over to the car. The guy who got there first opened the passenger door and froze.

When we saw him freeze, we did as well. I was right next to the driver's door, and the third of us was right in front of the car.

After a second or so, the first guy there goes, "Guys! They're makin' out!"

Apparently, there were TWO rusty, rattling green Grand Prix in Winona Lake. This one was full of a couple that were just looking for some Barry White time.

Well the couple in the car screamed, and they turned on their headlights, but my buddy was standing at the front of the car, so they couldn't go anywhere. The driver (the girl) looked at me out the side window, and I suddenly realized I was hanging completely out of my boxers, and my peen was a couple inches from her face, with just a window in between.

Well, we freaked ouu because they were freaking out, and we ran again, hiding by the side of another building.

At that point, we saw our ACTUAL ride, and we ran to get in.

Weird night, but a fun one for a completely dry campus.

Craziest night of my life involved:

Ecstasy
Liquor
Kane West's "Flashing Lights"
Driving a beat up 1996 Camaro 135 mph down I71
Going to a haunted house
Having a cop tell me I looked like I was going to have a heart attack


Good times.

O-Trap;1217205 wrote:My first year of college, there was a pretty bad snowstorm (in Winona Lake, Indiana), and the campus security guy on duty was notorious for taking his job WAY too seriously ... more often than not, he was a douche-and-a-half.

Well, he had just bought some special "police boots" from out of some catalog, and this was the first shift where he was wearing them. A few friends of mine and I decided we were going to have a little fun at this guy's expense. We decided that we were going to do Bo Duke-style hood slides across his CS car in nothing but our shoes and underwear. To see if we can get away with it without him identifying us, we decided to wear unusual hats. So one guy grabbed a Santa hat; the second got a Russian-looking winter cap (I don't know what they're actually called), and I grabbed a giant sombrero I'd won at the local Taco Bell in a taco-eating contest earlier in the year. We put on clothes and packed our hats into duffel bags.

It was pretty late at night (11pm or so), and we called a few more friends and told them what we were doing, but that we needed a driver. A girl from our sister hall took us up on it, and she was at our doorstep with her rusty, rattling Grand Prix in about ten minutes.

We didn't get very far before we spotted the car, driver inside, right in front of the old basketball gym, so the car pulled around the building, and we lost the pants and shirt and donned our ridiculous hats.

We got out of the car and peeked around the corner of the building only to find that the car was no longer there. After surveying the parking lot, we could see the car way off in the distance, in front of another dorm. We talked and decided we'd just run screaming toward it and hopefully freak him out enough that he wouldn't know what to do.

So we took off toward the car, and when we got close enough, we began screaming.

And then the car turned its cherry lights on.

Turns out, the car was WLPD and not the campus security vehicle.

Well the cop called out for us to walk toward him, but we turned and ran instead, as he began to chase us. There was an elementary school that shared a chain link fence with the parking lot, so we climbed it and went tearing through the elementary school's jungle gym. We ducked through a couple buildings and crossed a few streets before we got to another campus building, where we hid in the bushes. When we were sure we'd lost the cop, we crept around the building and saw the driver that had helped us get near the security car in the first place. Rusty, rattling green Grand Prix. We figured it had been a failed night, so we ran over to the car. The guy who got there first opened the passenger door and froze.

When we saw him freeze, we did as well. I was right next to the driver's door, and the third of us was right in front of the car.

After a second or so, the first guy there goes, "Guys! They're makin' out!"

Apparently, there were TWO rusty, rattling green Grand Prix in Winona Lake. This one was full of a couple that were just looking for some Barry White time.

Well the couple in the car screamed, and they turned on their headlights, but my buddy was standing at the front of the car, so they couldn't go anywhere. The driver (the girl) looked at me out the side window, and I suddenly realized I was hanging completely out of my boxers, and my peen was a couple inches from her face, with just a window in between.

Well, we freaked ouu because they were freaking out, and we ran again, hiding by the side of another building.

At that point, we saw our ACTUAL ride, and we ran to get in.

Weird night, but a fun one for a completely dry campus.

I lol'd.

Belly35;1216829 wrote: WOW I have lots...
The drunk nights I want to forget, the stoned night I can remember.



So here one drunk and stoned:
The wife and I and another couple got stoned at our house (before kids), got hungry and when to the old Loma Linda (Toledo Airport Hightway) this is back in 1973. The place was packed we got four pitcher of margarita while we where waiting for a table. Two more once we got seated have no idea what we ordered I do remember eating, no idea who paid the bill, how much the bill was, how I drove home Loma Linda to Perrysburg. What I do know is &#8230; my wife jean jacket was cover with guacamole dip and vomit, my car had three of four Loma salsa serving dishes inside spilled everywhere, there was cheese dip all over the dash, and the inside was all wet and soapy and I&#8217;m not sure to this day but I think we drove threw a car wash maybe with the window down. I had at the time a VW Wagon there was tracks from the stop light at the corner across everyone front yard to my house where my car was parked sideway in the driveway and we somehow was able to drive under a guide wire between the grounded to a telephone pole. We woke up on the back porch under a tarp &#8230; about 12:00, sometime around 3:00 we where able to start to function &#8230;.

Oh! The other couple a friend took them home &#8230; We left them there in the parking lot ..

I'm not sure this is English.


Shortly after I graduated I got alcohol poisoning and crashed a party of 1,000+ people. I woke up in the hospital.