Okay, I'll try to find some stories of crazy nights. I know I've got more than one. I've changed the names of any of my friends here in case they were to ever read this, haha.
Run Over wrote:So we were at this bush party getting drunk and smoking weed. Some kid arrives in his truck and one of my friends just hates him. In fact, everyone at the party pretty much hates him. I can't remember what exactly happened because I was 16 at the time, but the kid gets in his truck and drives away. As he's driving away, one of his passengers falls out and gets run over by the rear tires. Everyone is screaming, "call 911!" The kid who got run over is crying and my friend and I run over to go see him. We look down at him and the conversation goes:
"What the fuck happened???"
"I have no idea, I think he got run over."
"Dude, that's fucked!!"
"Yeah, dude. But I have the fucking munchies right now!"
"Oh yeah man, let's hit up Sev later!"
Stabbed Hand wrote:The same night the kid got run over, we come home to my friends house after the party. We're all drunk and high except for our designated driver. We had stopped off at 7-11 to get food and now we're at my friend's house eating. In an inebriated state, I go into my friend's room and pull out two real Japanese swords from under his bed and set them in the living room. A few minutes later one of my other friends goes, "Hey Chad, let's have a sword fight!" So they have a sword fight with real swords and then Chad says, "Hey, were we actually supposed to try and stab each other?" He looks at his hand and there's a four inch gash on the side of it and it's bleeding profusely. Everyone is stunned and my friend goes to wash his hand in the sink. Seconds later he screams, "Why isn't anyone fucking calling 911?!" That's when we decided it was an emergency and got his mom to take him to the hospital. He had like 38 stitches or something to close the wound.
Beat Up wrote:My friends and I were drinking out by an old elementary school and I see a guy that was a couple of years older than us walk by. I go and talk to him because we used to go to school together, but we were never really "friends". So I say hello and he says, "Yeah, is there anyone with you I can beat the shit out of?" I didn't say anything because I had realized I got my group of friends into trouble. So this guy walks up to my friends and singles out Kevin because he's from a wealthier family than the rest of the group. Long story short, this guy says he's going to get his friends to come and beat the shit out of us and Kevin says, "Bring it on!" None of us actually thought it was going to happen and we all joked about it. Next thing we know, we're at the park and a truck pulls up and 6 guys start running our way. They were all older and stronger so we basically got the shit beat out of us. But I got beat up less just because I knew the guy and most of his friends. So lucky me right?
That's all for now, haha.
