Let's Gather 'Round the Campfire-

Anyone just got those stories in life where no matter how many times you tell it the story never gets old? Im quite stoned and would love to hear some.

Heres one of mine-

*How I got my M.I.P* By ToDrunkToFish

It was the last day of High School as a Senior for me. Around 7-8 PM a bunch of kids met at the local Meijers to all follow each other out to the Middle of Fucking Knowhere for this huge graduation party.

But by the time everyone showed up, we all bought what we needed to get to party it was already about 9PM when we left. It was about an 1.5 hour trip completely west like I said, to the Middle of Fucking Knowhere. Me and two buddies took my car on this journy and were getting quite hesitant when we werent finding this place.

But then, the two cars in front turn down this street that we all almost missed and rear-ended eachother which got us really pissed but right in front of our eyes was row after row of cars and kids walkin everywhere. We knew this was going to be worth it, and quick.

So we finnaly find a parking spot. We get out and look around. Its a row of really nice houses on a really nice lake. And it took us a second to figure out what house was the right one. Now ive been to a couple parties with the standard 15 kids or so. But this party was fucking HUGE. It was just about 11PM at night so me and my two buddies (We'll call Z and B) got to the drinkin fast.

We walked in, met almost everyone we knew from the High School and everyone was already drunk. I was getting handed beer after beer shot after shot. The keg was upstairs along with beer pong and the sound system was downstairs. But me, Z and B stuck together at first meeting up with old friends and shit drinkin heavily. We get a small group together and went out to my car to smoke a little ganja.

Well that ended and everyone was fuckin hammered (Me included) My good arabic friend Zakim was taking a piss next to my car, next thing I know he falls face first where he was pissing. Luckily it was on nothing but tall brush but that gave us all a good 5 minute laugh.

But we go back into the house of the party and its about midnight a little after. Its really gettin loud and shit but everyones havin a blast. We all split up and I went upstairs to the keg and play beer pong. I got paired with this decent lookin chick who I have seen around school. And I was playing against two really drunk girls who one decided to take her shorts off and run around in her thong.

This was when the rumour started that cops were coming. But like, knowone cared and either did I. So I continued to play beer pong. Once that ended I was stammerin around sayin "DUDE WHATS UP, LONG TIME NO SEE MAN" with the same response in return from whoever the fuck I was talking to.

At this point I remember sitting next to the keg, and this girl says ill do a keg stand for a minute. I bet anyone 5$ that I can do it. 4-5 different (Guys, of course) took her on this bet. Since I was sitting next to the keg I pumped it for her while some guy lifted her up. And well, she fucking did it! Not only for a minute but a good 15-25 seconds after. I was amazed. Some little ass girl did it too.

But I make my way downstairs to see who I could meet and what else I could drink, (Like I needed any) but I ended up sittin on a couch watchin the big screen T.V I think That 70's show was on. At this point it was about 2:30 in the morning and 'lo and behold the cops showed up. It was hell! Everyone was runnin everywhere.

I kid you not, they must of brought every cop from this small town to this spot. They even had the K-9 unit out front and the sheriffs. But as I was saying I was sitting inside and everyone was running around. I was in no condition to run around and panick, so I just sat there. The only two things I had on me were my pipe and my car keys attached to my belt.

Then 3 cops came in the door pushin everyone back. This really got my attention. I unclipped my keys and took my pipe out and stashed it underneath the couch cushion I was on. They told everyone to sit down and shutup or we're goin to jail. They kinda lined us up and went person to person asking info and shit.

They finnaly came to me, they had the owner of the house with them. They asked the owner if she knew me. And she said no, they asked if I had I.D and I had nothing on me at all. It was all in my car- He asked where it was and I said I have no idea it WAS in my pockets someone must of took it. So he's like fine whats your Home # and then all my other information. And gave me my ticket and that was it.

I remember one of the cops opening a 'What I thought was a closet door' but was a door to another room with like 15 kids in it all passed out and shit. The cop was like 'Holy shit! Jackpot!' (Greedy bitch)

As they were busy on that room I grabbed my pipe and keys and I staggered out of the house onto a scene that looks like from a hurricane. People were everywhere trash was in a general area but it was all everywhere. I was by myself and had no clue where anyone who I came with was.

I ended up going to my car with my ticket in hand opened my car and threw up everywhere next to it. I guess it all sorta caught up to me. This far out west my cell phone did not work. I had no idea where my friends were and had no communication either.

To make this long stort a little shorter my friend Z ended up running out to the lake with a couple other people and went on a swim. He ended up loosing his shoes, socks, hat, hoodie, pipe and weed and STILL got caught when he came outa the water. And he was soaking wet and almost got thrown in jail for attempting to flee.

While my other friend B met up with one of his friends and took an one of those PaddleBoats but you use your legs to move it like a bike. They went out to the middle of the lake for hours and just smoked ciggs and talked.

FINNALY, at like 4 in the morning Z came walking up soaked with some random shirt on. I was like dude wtf? And he told me the story. He went back into the house and grabbed some random shirt and shorts from he guesses the dads dresser. Then about an hour later when the cops finnaly left and B came walkin up. Asks if we got tickets and laughed since he didnt get one.

All in all I blew a .138 (.08 is legal drive) We ended up driving back with me and friends completely hung over and no sleep at all and I got home about 6:30 in the morning right before my dad woke up for work. I crashed on my bed and didnt wake up till 8:00 that night.

**To show how big the party was I was M.I.P #61 when I visited probation officer** and that doesnt count all the M.I.P's in that room and all of upstairs.
My fine was 260$ and that doesnt count little small bullshit costs so lets see 260$ x 61 = 15860$ just from that amount of people that got caught before me.


So how about you guys, whats your great stories?

lol thats long

Lol that was an entertaining story, but I'm really confused. If you were in an empty HOUSE, why in the hell would everyone run outside into the copper's hands? They CANT come in unless someone lets them in, and frankly, whoever let them in is in need of a bitch slap. Don't you know this?! UNLESS the cops came in without consent, and in that case, I'd argue your ticket in court for that cheap shit. Of course if it was also outside, then for the most part, anyone outside was fair game. ~

Oh hell no I was not in an empty house alot of people were inside and outside. And they basicly came in, like I said everyone was trying to get out the door and they came in so it was basicly open. And besides they needed no consent they knew there was alcohal and people inside. It was laying everywhere.

But im glad you took time to read the story it took me a good minute =).

I read it, too! I have a habit of elongating things, I guess. So a story I think is relatively short, ends up being huge.

But, that was a good story! I understand what you mean, man! First time I ever got drunk, a similar situation happened. All of a sudden people started screaming COPS, and everyone, including my best friend (whose parents owned the house, lol) ran out into the woods and shit.

Come to find out, it was some kid's older dickwad brother and his friends shining and flashing these lights.

I bet you probably got one of the lesser fines because you didn't resist or anything. Hell, you didn't even try to move, lol. You just sat looking around going, "OHH, damn! They got another one! See, guy! You should have stayed on the couch like me!" That was a really good story, haha!

Great story man! :thumbsup:

I fondly remember one hilarious night with my one buddy who always gets bad ideas when he drinks. We went to the Steakhouse, ba and grill here in town, and inside of the place, they have an old VW Bug on display, about 20ft off the ground on a platform. Well after we get a few pitchers of brew in us, he tells me how sweet it would be sit in the Bug and have a beer.

He dissapears for a few minutes and goes to the washroom. He's gone for quite some time and the next thing I see, is him yelling my name from inside of the Bug! Turns out when he went to the washroom, they have those roof tiles that you just lift out of the way. He crawled up in there, and he said he could see the bug, so he carefully walked on the metal beams and took it into himself to sit up there.

He's laughing up there, having a good time, which if course makes a scene and next thing you know, the waiters/waitresses are screaming at him telling him to come down. He kind of freaked out a bit and got scared, so he paniced, and wasn't so careful walking on the beams on the way back. Half the bar, and I mean it's a huge bar, could hear this crashing and banging and smashing. My buddy comes out of the washroom with drywall dust all over himself and he's bleeding heavily from his shoulder. Some dude asked, "what happened in there," he calmy said, "nothing man." He came down, poured himself a glass of beer as if nothing happened, then the bouncers came. They took him, held him in a room until the cops came.

To say the least, my buddy fell through the roofing in the washroom, tore his shoulder up to shit on the fall down, and had to repair the damage, about $4000 worth, and he spent the night in the drunk tank. He kept a souvenier though, the key to the VW bug. :D

Well im glad a couple other people liked my story, and yea I like to make my stories loonngg. But that Beetle story is pretty damn funny. Im glad he at least got somthin outa it.