[ExGeeEye]

I have been so drunk that I walked from my dorm to my frat house (bruising my shoulder on a tree along the way), maudlinly confessed my deep love to one of the sorority chix I only sort of liked, barfed on the floor next to the porcelain idol, and fell asleep in a corner until a couple of the bros walked my hungover a$$ back home.

No, I have never been so drunk I wanted to shoot fireworks out of my butt.

[ExGeeEye]

Oh, and most of those events were lost to my memory and only know about them because they were reported to me afterward.

[libstripper]

When I was in college the “porcelain idol,” to whom I sacrificed from time to time, was known as “the Great Growler God.”

[libstripper]

When I was in college the “porcelain idol,” to whom I sacrificed from time to time, was known as “the Great Growler God.”

[fredhead]

I too have never been THAT drunk. I do remember (or don't remember) two times when I was in the Navy on my first ship.

The first one was when I staggered back to the ship and when I went to show my ID to the watch, it was upside down with the picture facing me.

The other happened in Naples, Italy. I have been drinking screwdrivers made with Russian vodka. I stepped out of the old San Francisco Bar to go back to my ship (Nimitz) which was anchored out in the bay. I took two steps toward fleet landing and...........

woke up in my bunk on the ship. I don't remember anything that happened in between.