Originally Posted by jmcb420

When I was younger I got really really drunk at a bar in the next city over. The next morning I woke up with no clue as to how I got home, my car was in the driveway undamaged, My clothing was strewn up the stairs into the apartment I was living in, keys in door, door wide open...
Curiosity got the best of me when nothing came back to me by that afternoon, so I went back to the bar to find out what happened. The bartender laughed at me when I walked in, told me I had some real balls coming back in here after last night, then served me a few drinks on the house. He never told me what I did, and to this day I have no clue what I did. I still get some dirty looks from a few regulars though when I go there, and this happened almost 10 years ago.

Gotta love the alcohol.