When I was 19 and living in Urbana Illinois, once got jacked way up on zanax and hit the clubs with a buddy and an air force fireman from a nearby but now defunct AFB who was ****ing said buddies sister.
Things got crazy.
Somehow got separated from them in a totally different club lol.
Came to in an extremely opulent frat house with a baby grand piano in the main room.
black out.
Come to schmoozing with a group of people.
black out.
Come to in time to catch a lone girl cornered, on her knees, giving head to what must have been 30-40 guys, they were crowded around her... giggling, enjoying it, she wasn't forced at all as far as I can tell.
black out.
Vaguely remember putting on a full on gorilla suit, hair and everything... top, bottom, mask... the whole bit.
Black out.
Woke up in the hallway of said frat house in said monkey suit, sans mask, with my snakeskin cowboy boots missing... had to stumble down to a local pizzeria barefoot in like January, snow on the ground, and call my buddy for a ride home.
They looked at me like I was stone crazy walking in there hahahaaaaaaaaaa.
The biggest disappointment? the only regret? that some college chick didn't end up taking me home, swear to God that pissed me off for days on end. I was pretty damn good looking if I do say so myself back then, banged plenty of college girls in those days... but no one wanted me that night
