Jesus. I could kill the fucking thread with freshman and sophmore year of college. Not bragging.
Hmmm, my first real experience blacking out was freshman year in high school. I woke up with piss all over my closet floor, must’ve thought I was in the bathroom.
My stories range from waking up next to fat chicks, to crashing in to a tree in a front yard of the most prominent neighborhood in Houston, with the homes personal security gaurd checking my vitals and popping a totalled truck off the tree and hauling ass…
To the downright ugly by shooting out street lights with a .45 in the middle of Houston.
Most recently, a few weeks ago, I was out with some friends. We were drinking much more than normal for these days (we’re getting kinda old and the hangovers really do last longer) and the next thing I know it’s morning, I wake up in a strange room I’ve never seen all by myself and my pants are no where to be found.
I have no idea where I am. No pics on a bedstand or anything, just a plain room. I was wondering if I should just walk out in the hall, cock swinging, or if I should stay put in case kids or something like that were wandering the house.
I thought for sure I had at least gotten laid but I eventually wrapped myself in a sheet and went to see what was going on.
Evidently I had just gotten very drunk and wound up getting a ride from a friend of a friend. I passed out in the car and they just put me to sleep at their place. I had barfed on my pants on the way home and his wife graciously put them in the wash for me.
She saw my cock no doubt. Only redeeming aspect of the story. And I paid for them to have their jeep detailed.