My answer from another thread -
PorkChop wrote:I've been at a party where a guy with a tattoo on his penis put a vaccuum cleaner in his ass and turned it on 'blow', also during the same night he drank a pint of piss, sick and whiskey.
Incase you're wondering, for weeks after the party he was having dusty shits, apparently.
There was another night when I went to a party in the middle of nowhere, it was a tiny country village where people were most likely inbred. I got hammered, ate some chips, made out with a girl and then one of my mate's dads picked us up (I use 'mate' loosely - you know you have that mate who all of your other mates think is a bellend, but everyone kind of tolerates him anyway? That's him.) and whilst I was in the back of their car, wound down the window and blew chunks all down the outside of the car, while it was moving.
No one noticed a thing, haha. I have no idea how I got away with it. Sam Fisher himself would've been proud at how stealthily I dropped those chunks down the car door. I remember getting out the car outside my house and looking back at the car door, it looked like someone had filled a cannon with watery mashed potato and just blasted the back end of the car with it. By now it was about 2am, it was freezing outside and I think some bits had actually frozen on to the car. (Very modern art, I thought).
I was woken up the following morning with a beating headache and my mate screaming at me down the phone as he'd found the frozen potato chunks and had to
scrape them off. I told him I didn't remember doing it (lie) and that I was incredibly sorry for it (half lie, I thought it was hilarious). I had beef with this guy anyway as he tried it on with one of my then-girlfriends back when Myspace was all the rage, and the image of him scraping chunks off a car at 8am on a Sunday morning satisfied me deeply.
I regret nothing.