You all have stories about stupid people that make you wish you were born in the 1800's before it was possible to do any of the stuff you heard about. Here's one of them.

This kid from my school (I won't mention any names) went to an unchaperoned party that was "clean" until he got there. He brought a ton of alcohol with him, and when almost nobody would take any from him, drank almost all of it. Eventually, he had consumed between two and eight beers (depending on which version of the story you believe, I lean towards the eight), a half bottle of tequila, and a couple shots of vodka. Then he decides he needs to use the bathroom. After about two hours, the hostess of the party realizes the drunk hasn't come back down yet, so she grabs a friend and heads upstairs.

There are small puddles and clumps of brown ooze on the stairs, the banister, and the walls in the hallway. There's more of it in a hall closet and on the doorknob of the bathroom. When they open the door, they see the drunk lying on the floor in a puddle of his own vomit and diarrhea, which is also overflowing from the toilet. When he wakes up and realizes what happened, he freaks out, leaves the party, and gets on his bike. About halfway down the street, he runs straight into a PARKED car, scraping up his legs and chipping a tooth.

The hostess and her friend drag the drunk upstairs into the bathroom, make him take a shower in his clothes, and then tell him to clean up all the mess. The next day, she's posted a blog describing the entire event on her Facebook page. The school administration finds the page and suspends her. The drunk still comes to school, and gets laughed at for the rest of the year and into the summer. The End.