I know this is such a bro topic, but I'm getting really pumped for this party I'm throwing this weekend. Its called Pirates Vs. Vikings, and its the most metal party on campus. Its a costume party where you dress up as either a pirate or a viking. We have this HUGE costume party every semester, and this particular one just may be the biggest one yet. We're turning the beer pong table into a viking long ship, the dance floor is pirate themed, a black light, we're bringing down a 2000-watt PA system, skulls and pirate flags everywhere, an armory of carbboard and glowstick axes, and FREE BOOZE (tips welcome). This year, we're introducing the new Wheel of Grog. Its a wheel that people spin to find out what drink they're going to have next. Will it be a shot of Captain? Will it be a swig of meade? Maybe a free Jell-o shot? Or will you take your chances of landing on "Chugging the Bilge Water" (shitty beer)?

And where is all of this being held?

In a small college townhouse, of course.

sick bro

What the fuck are you taking that you have time to waste on crap like this?

That's not to say that it isn't a cool idea.

I wish there were totally metal parties here, every party I go to just plays Kanye and Journey over and over again.

Best party? I dunno. I've been to a party where as soon as I found the keg it was demanded I do a keg stand, simply because I was wearing a shirt that said "World Champion."

The best party I have been to was in my backyard garage with Guitars, amps, drums, All the weed you could smoke and enough drugs to kill 10 elephants. It lasted for about a year and a half and included a police foot pursuit, dead animals, free mushrooms, rampant drug sales and I also met the woman who is now my wife.

I think that trumps everything.

No, No, I got all yous all beat guys... And it's not even a college party. It's a really long story though, so I'll try and just give the highlights.

I was living with a married couple around my age at the time

We decided to have a party in our apartment

I brought my girlfriend over and we started drinking.... I mean, completely sloshed!

My girlfriend whips my dick out in the middle of the living room and starts sucking on it in front of all the party guests.

I pick her up and set her on the kitchen counter where I pull her pants off and fuck her standing. Everyone watches. Then I pick her off the counter and we go wheel barrel style on the floor.

My room mate Emily gets really fucking turned on by this display, and she asks if she can have a go with my girl.

I said yes, Emily's husband says yes. So we lock our selves up in the bedroom. Mike (the husband) and I watch as our respected partners go down on each other, fingering, vibrators, the works.

When the two girls were done, we decided to go back out for a few more drinks.

The moment I open the door my friend Ben is standing there in his underwear, with a knife in his hand, and has close to 100 bleeding cuts all over his arms, neck, chest stomach and legs!!!

All of us freak the fuck out!

Apparently he was getting off to listening to the two girls having sex, and his "thing" was cutting himself! So he grabbed the biggest knife he could find in our kitchen and began to cut himself with it! I also have a sneaking suspicion that he was jerking it off behind the door.

FUCKED UP!!!

Ben had to crash at our place cause he was too fucked up to drive home. And I had to hide all the knifes in our house for fear of him being a psycho again.

Some fucked up shit, bro.

LOL that would scare me to death, man.

I don't go to parties around here cause they're all in greasy old pits that smell like horse shit and have small ponds all over, and schizophrenic guys from the city come out and try to start fights with everyone and carry shit like bear mace.

A good party is one you don't remember so I don't know how to answer the question.

This

I thought so too when I was 16 and first discovered alcohol.

My friends nicknamed the second Pirates Vs. Vikings party "The Ninja Party" for this reason. No one has any recollection of what happened. Its the party that just came and went with no evidence of ever happening.

I went to an underwear party, last summer.... The keg beer tasted like pencil lead, and it was techno-dance music. I got really drunk, and the party was raided by so many cops. I wasn't of age to drink, but snuck out of there without getting arrested. I'm lucky that I didn't get herpes from kissing so many girls that night.... not as wild as the story mentioned above, but it was an interesting night

I raped and killed your mother at a kegger once.

The dips were gross.

75 Jello shots, 2 bottles of meade, 2 bottles of rum, a handle of Rikkaloff (yuck), a handle of grain alcohol, and about 100 cans of beer.....all gone in a 4 hour period. Pirates vs. Vikings was a total success. There was a lot of man-yelling, doing shots from corset-cleavage, and surrendering of booty on the dance floor.

Too many good nights to simply name one.

The one's that result in several day benders.
The one's that involved getting trashed with people you love.
The one's that result in getting fuck faced with bands you love.
The one's with free booze/drugs.
The one's where you meet amazing people you know you'll never meet again.

"Izzy"



Best taxi man ever.



The one's where you make a lot of noise.



The one's where your mates get so fucked they fall in love with everything.



The one's you gatecrash.

The one's that involve faces like this.



And this.



Or the one's that involve angry hungry hippo.



And all the rest.

Partying in general is pretty fucking good.

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ever been to a party at a condo where you're on the 30somethingth floor and the end couple hours includes a rottweiler dog puking over the balcony, a plastic lounge chair being attached to a bundle of helium-filled balloons, and a potato gun then being used to try to shoot the chair + balloons down, but instead results in multiple a large number of cracked windows on the vehicles down the block?

i have, it was incredible.

HAHAHAHA.
No I haven't, but fuck I wish I had.

I once bopped an ill dog on the nose at a party (bad yes, but I was drunk) and then proceeded to fall into the flower bed, and throw up all over myself.

Karma is a beautiful thing.

You know you have a party when there's a kiddie pool on the patio filled with women and a big fat party animal.

This made me lol. A lot.

And Queenie, those pics look like an awesome time.

The latest greatest involved a party with 15 exchange students (and not knowing how I got there), an after-party with a professor in philosophy and a female african pot-dealer. Pretty foggy memories here. Waking up in some poor girl's bed (not knowing how I got there either) when she was shouting something about her dogs not liking me. The same chick later on in the morning sent me a text with an attached picture depicting her slit wrist.

Must have been a good night.

As that great poet of our time, delicately put it.

"When it's time to party, we will party hard"




HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA....
I shouldn't laugh....
But oh look, I just did.

Srsly though, I hope she was alright?
Were you really that bad a lay?

maybe it was SO good that she just couldn't handle it.

That's almost as believable as this being an accurate advertisement.

All these posts just make me remember how little of a social life I have. Thanks everyone, now I'm going to go sit in the corner and weep.

I went to a party at my mate Angus' house about a year ago, and for starters his house is a dilapidated, shit excuse for masonry that would give health and safety an aneurysm, but at this particular party the select hardcore d00dz (including myself) had opted to drop a metric fuck ton of MDMA instead of going to sleep like a queer. About an hour later we had somehow ended up outside in Angus' van, cotching to early morning reggae stations, when Angus noticed that our mate Josh was sat on the bonnet. In his drunken/pilled up wisdom he decided to start the engine and go tearing round the block.

In summary: Van speeding round the block about 4 times, Josh clinging to the front of the van like his life depended on it (which it did), me hanging out of the passenger window, angus driving like a cunt, while fingering the girl sat on his lap, insane amount of narcotics aboard said transport vessel.

Crazy, bad ass night, and i'm so thankful that the police didn't happen to cruise by, or i'd currently be 1 year into a VERY long sentence.

After I was done with her, she had no more reasons to live on. I'm basically a god.
But I called to see what the fuck she was doing, and she said she was fine. Tend to avoid her nowadays.

That's the stuff of legends, and skill. One handed, fuck faced driving, that guy deserves a medal.




NO WAY!? But she sounded like such a laugh, a right bubbly happy go lucky girl?

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She seemed to be enjoying it too, the guy can multi task.