/ck/ - Food & Cooking

Let's hear some retarded alchohol stories.
I was visiting a friend outside of Boston over the summer, wound up going to some beach party with bonfires and kegs buried in the sand because you can't just have a keg out on the beach. Eventually we all started walking back to a friend of my friend's house, then I got lost. Next thing I remember I'm wandering around in these tall reeds and I see a flashlight and some guy's like hey! get out of there! Well it was a cop. So i get in his cop car and explain the situation and he's like ok, what's the address. And i have no idea so i'm just trying to stall like, ahhhh this looks really familiar i think it's right around this corner. Then i just pick a house at random and i'm like, yup, that's the one. He's like you're sure? I'm like yep. So he let's me out and i tell him i'm going to go around back to the basement entrance so i don't wake my friend's parents. Then i proceed to walk back in to the brush and collapse in the bushes.

The next day I wake up and I'm looking for my friend saying hey man it's time to wake up (there was no friend). So i knock on a random door and ask to use their phone and they look at me like i just told them i murdered their family. Then i hear "HONEY WHERE ARE THE KIDS"/ Then the guy asks me the number through the glass door and tells me he'll dial it. No answer. Eventually some kind soul gave me a ride into town and it turned out to be Plymouth Rock that I got a ride into. So I went to a couple restaurants used their phones and eventually got a hold of my friend.