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hahaha, ya some more funny stories from last night's party too. I was driving that night, so i was one of the few sober people there. So my friend (same guy from the last story :P gets really, really, really drunk, and starts out by running into the screen door so hard that it gets knocked off the runners. That took about 2 hours and 2 drunken engineering students to fix, and everything was all good again. So then, this same guy has a bit too many shots, and passes out underneath the coffee table. Hours later, he wakes up and sits up really fast, smoking his head on the coffee table, which causes him to laugh hysterically for a few minutes before passing out again, in the exact same position. About half an hour later, he wakes up. up he goes again, smokes his head again, laughs hysterically, again, and then passes out, again. Repeat this about 3 more times and you have a detailed account of how he spent the rest of the night. While he was busy coming in and out of conciousness, another friend of mine decides he's gonna try and climb up to the second level of the condo by grabbing onto the landing of the second floor from the first. So he grabs the ledge, hoists himself up, and then realizes that there's a railing. So he's hanging in midair, trying to get up and over this railing, when a guy directly underneath him yells "PANTS!" so this freaks out the guy hanging in the air, causing his to kick out violently with his foot, knocking a light fixture clean off the ceiling, dangling by its wires. This took a bit longer and more than a few drunken engineering students to fix. But the guy who was hosting the party was very drunk by now, and in a very good mood, sitting in the corner belting out Beatles tunes in the style of Metallica (immitating a very funny website called "Beatallica") and then switching over to Backstreet boys songs sung in the style of Ramstein. After a few hours, one out of control barbeque resulting in a charred trenchcoat, countless drunken kareokee sessions, and more drinks than I can count, four drunken people pile into my car, stumble up their driveways, and I went home to sleep after another very entertaining night.

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