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Dakota rube 
^Who the f*** knows? I was essentially walking passed-out for almost a week!
Please excuse Jon's ignorance, he doesn't know what partying is. One time I was barhopping with a group of friends in Albany. We had hit two or three dives at this point and were all thoroughly smashed. It was about 1 AM and we were walking to some friend of a friend's house party. I was wearing these new boots that were somewhat uncomfortable and, in a fit of grace, twisted one of my ankles pretty bad. I instantly collapsed and began laughing my ass off. One of my friends is an Army reservist and told me that he had just finished some segment of combat training where they are taught how to remove casualties from the field. So, he slung me over his shoulder and I made it to the party. While there, I became incredibly obliterated and woke up in my friend's apartment with a very sore ankle. A year or two ago I was in Syracuse for a football game (I think they played Iowa) and we hit up a bunch of parties after the Orange got slaughtered. I don't remember this, but apparently we were walking around downtown and I just sort of fell on my back in a fit of hysterical laughter. It was documented:
edit: I guess this might not, technically, qualify as a drinking story. Sorry.
