Wildest party story?

depends on where you live in the states. i have had quite a few encounters with the cops around Boulder CO most involving drinking and i have never been busted. the worst that happened was when they called my parents. i was all like ohhhhhhhhh shhhiiiiiiittttttttttt my parents gonna kick my ass /sarcasm (they didnt give a fuck just said not to get caught next time)
 
My friend got arrested and criminally charged a couple nights ago because he attended a party at a random house that someone had started by breaking into it. It ended up having over $100,000 of damage done to it.

Imagine coming home from vacation and hearing that a bunch of random kids broke into your house and had a party...
 
I've got a shitty story that happened to me last weekend..

My brother just moved unto his dorm at WSU and I stayed with him for his first weekend. He has a friend who is a pledge at Theta Chi so we walked to the opposite corner of campus and partied at their house with some sorority girls and shit. We were having a good time and me and my brother had split $ on a half gal of vodka. After consuming a few shots of leftover southern comfort and numerous beers and part of the vodka.. some frat guys challenged us o finish the half gallon between us. We obliged. At this point me and my bro were both hammered and decided to walk across campus back to the dorms. We were cutting through the yard of another frat house when from what I recall my brother began yelling at the ones on the balcony above us.. it started getting heated and the Pullman PD drove up so we took off. Officer came out on foot and chased us for a couple minutes, I tried to jump a fence and landed literally directly on my face and now I have a huge scab and scrape all down my face.. the officer restrained me and handcuffed me.. found my edibles that I had forgotten in my pocket, didn't breathalize me because I was obviously drunk. Slurring my speech had telling him I had no idea who that guy running with me (my brother) was.. took me to the station and now I am facing Minor In Consumption, Obstructing an officer and possession of marijuana. Fuck.
 
If they didn't breathalize you you can for sure get out of at least that in court. Well as long as you didn't admit to drinking...
 
You seriously would not believe me if I told you my craziest party stories. Sometimes I look back and wonder how I even ended up being ok after all the shit we did growing up.
 
I was in amsterdam with my friend Chase. It was our final day before our flight home so we spent it smoking weed and looking at hookers and other sex related things. It was getting late and we wanted to pub crawl that night so we headed back to the hostel for dinner. As we walked into the hostel bar we saw none other than our friend Chad Ryan.

This guy is a total nut, super prudish, and generally weird. But it was awesome to see someone from home so randomly. Anyway, we bring him along on the pub crawl, and after drinks and drinks and joints and drinks Chase and I realize what time it is: SEX SHOW TIME.

So we drag our friend Chad Ryan out to the show and eventually we are front row seats in this bizarre live-porno event. One of the final acts walked on stage and the stripper asked for five volunteers. Naturally Chase and I throw Chad Ryan on stage against his will, because thats what friends do. Anyway, the stripper lines them up, with Chad Ryan in the middle, takes off all of her clothes, half peels a banana, AND THEN PUTS THE UNPEELED HALF IN HER COOCH!

Everyone on stage knew what had to happen, and Chad Ryan was destined to be the first to go.

In he went, hands and knees, and he sucked up his shame and took a solid bite of that soft yellow fruit. The other four went too, but only took nibbles, or some even chickened out, so there was still a solid bite of exposed banana left. She beckoned Chad Ryan in, and in he went. As he leaned in to take the final bite, WHOOMP! HER LEGS HOLD HIS FACE INCHES FROM HER COOCH! Chase and I would have fallen off our chairs, but the stage was too close. Needless to say, it was a grand finale to our six week european excursion.
 
Well I figure I should probably start with something from the less illegal story side, so here goes.

Boston a few years back, when I still had a fuckin crazy car and was selling drugs and making tons of money and was in a car club (should have called it a get fucked up and bang hooters waitresses in parking lots club). There was some Hot Import Nights show that coincieded with a friend of mine's party he was having so we got a few rooms at the Collinade(sp?) with some of the car club peeps, some troublemaker friends from home, etc. a few blocks from his brownstone on Mass Ave. I brought a keg of Magic Hat #9s with me to have at said party since I like to bring big shit and an ice luge doesn't jive with suede.

I only made one rule, knowing some of the crew I had with me from home.

1). NO GODDAM HOOKERS. .

After a good long argument and a phone book beating later, it was agreed. No hookers anywhere near the hotel rooms- any of them. Only rule. They steal, they lie, they carry fleas and they have no conscience. Fine.

The show was sick, the girls were plentiful and the buzzes were building. After the show, we head back to my buddy Dyke's place to high five that keg of Magic Hat and things are going well. People are having a blast and we are laughing our tits off out on the stoop giving crackheads beers for stupid human tricks like standing backflips and shit. Of course this is a crackhead dream so there ends up being a whole bunch of them just chilling there with us, laughing and having a good time for pretty much the whole night. Fast forward to a few hours in the future, the sun is coming up, I'm hammered on the rooftop deck with a few friends smoking a couple bowls and relaxing, watching the sunrise slide up behind the city skyline to Sublime and loving life while we listen to the people still partying on the stoop laugh about whatever.

Then my phone rings.

I see the name and immediately know it's not good. It's one of the kids that came along from home, and I know him too well- this is not a courtesy "whoa dere, crazy times bro get back to the hotel shits awesome" call.

"Hello?"

(breathing heavy as fuck and sounding scared) "HUCK! Thank God!!! Dude... I know what you said but man we need your help they've got Nate- DUDE THEY GOT NATE!!"

[long story short they thought it would be funny to call up all these escort services and then turn them away for being busted fat 5s when they showed up. Well, one of the pimps was not amused, pulled a gun and grabbed my friend Nate and shoved him into his SUV and the other friend Caleb fuckin' booked it to a parking garage and is now hiding.]

"WHAT?!?? Wait... Back up, what the fuck's going on, and who's got Nate???"

"These pimps, dude... Im under a car in the parking garage right now and theres guys chasing me you have to come get us, please man they got Nate but I ran and got away!!"

"Goddammit you motherfucker, I know you got Nate into this you fucking fuck. I'm pissed and I'm fuckin' coming you fucking asshole."

So I walk back down to the stoop and yell: "Hey everybody, I just got a call from my boy down the street, some pimp has got him and we've got to savve him. Any street fucker ready to roll gets $5 apiece and all the beer they can drink after we get back, so pick up something to use as a weapon and let's fuckin' roll"

You've never seen such riotous shit break out. Between the kids we knew who were already down and the crackheads that would easily kill a man for $5, we easily had over 20 people and everybody picks up a pipe, rock, cinder block, bottle, whatever we saw while we were power walking towwards the hotel, about 5 minutes away. I call Caleb back while we're en route to get a sitrep and sure enough, after he crawls out from under the car and looks, he can see the dude is still out front and Nate is still in the car with him. We round the corner from the alley, see the SUV and break into a Braveheart-style battlecry charge. Everybody starts running and yelling, and throwing shit at the truck. They must have looked back and seen the crowd coming, rocks and bottles start to hit the car and whouldn't you know it- they shove Nate out of the car and peel out lol... So there we are, two dozen hammered assholes with pipes, rocks, bottles, sticks and cinder blocks in front of a very classy hotel, looking like we just found out that Santa isn't real, and Caleb cheering from three stories up in the parking garage. We looked around at each other, shrugged, dropped our pile of makeshift weapons and walked off like it never happened. I collected my asshole friends from home and we went to breakfast at Thorton's to digest the night.

The End.

Moral of the story: Hookers are bad. Make the rule now and save yourself the headaches.
 
One of the craziest thing "parties" ive ever been to was last summer i think. I was downtown at a rave at some tiny venue. The place was on the second story of this store and could apparently hold like 200 people. Anyways i got shitfaced and went to this rave with some buddies and over 600 people showed up. The entire street was covered in people. So we go into this packed place and people are tokin inside and the floor is covered in alcohol and you can hardly move. And since its on the 2nd floor everytime people jump, the floor dips down about 6". So after about an hour we go out into the street to smoke a cig and some chick like 10' away from me falls to the ground and starts seizuring (od'd on E) and as this happens cops start showing up and arresting people so we got the fuck out of there and ended up going to some party some rich kid was throwing uptown. Crazy night. Also craziest weekend of my life was about a month ago at electric forest.
 
10th grade - cops roll up to party, come in and start puttin kids on the ground and shit. cop leaves drivers side door to his cruiser unlocked with keys in (poor move) hammered 15 year old gets in, throws it in reverse, hits the car parked behind it, rolls out of vehicle and sends the cops on a little foot race through the neighborhood - ended up with 400 hours of community service and probation

11th grade - kid in nice neighborhood throws party, gets outta control, kids show up with guns - flashin Uzis at the party like they are 50 cent. (note: this was not normal for my social circle in high school, some crazy ass gangstas) more kids come, cop cars come, cops tell everyone to get out, nothing happens, riot squad comes (theres like 800-900 people there now in a quiet neighborhood , and alot of unsavory gangsta - types), cops tear gas the kids backyard, some homies get pepper sprayed in the face, kid throws rock through windshield of car, gets smacked in the face with a night stick. about 8 cop cars, riot van, and fire department are there spraying the shit out of us with gas and corralling all these kids down the street. lotta fighting breaking out in the crowd, i was too drunk to be scared, no one got shot thankfully at that point. anyways next day we find out 16 year old kid got stabbed in the neck and died over some dumb-as-fuck gang or drug related shit by the the kid who flashed the uzi and his friends. claimed malvern crew or some set like that

12th grade - cottage party, house gettin standard trashed, saw a kid pick up one of those rubber hot tubs and run through a glass sliding door, saw another homie get legit curb stomped on the front stairs (i hope he's okay to this day), dressers getting knocked over, kids breaking holes in the walls, weirdest part about this is that it was a new years party and there were like just as many adults as high school kids acting just as reckless

this is all i can remember, im sure i could think of more wild shit if i was reminiscing with high school friends

then i went to a small liberal arts college in Maine and the partying there is much more tame, suits me just fine.
 
apparently someone pooped on the floor

but my most successful party story was i had a party and when my parents came back the next day, they had no idea
 
one time I was at a Mumford and Sons concert and tripped on 2nd hand pot smoke! My friends were all like "your high"
 
Roommates birthday this thursday. Were making a giant slip n' slide in the backyard (4 feet wide by 25 feet long) that runs into a giant bubble bath pool, kegger and 10 gallons of pink panty droppers.

Should be an interesting time.
 
last night at the two acre shaker in pemberton! such a fun and wild night. will explain more tomorrow
 
im drunk againg but whT EVER, ok. so to start i didnt even plan on going to this party really. 2 acre shaker is like a massive party/dance/rave/outdoor club that strated out being held in this guys back yard. (it was 2 acres) \

but this year i went for the first time it was at a new location. to say it was the funnest night of my summer was an under statement.

the night staryed me getting there with a bunch of my friends after i finished work. we saw everyone was pretty drunk so i need to catch up. shotgunned 3 beers and slammed 3 others in an hour. still not reallly fellin it and then me and 2 other firends went and hotboxed his car. once i got back to the main party then i startd really feeling it. started dancin with chicks and havin a good time and thn i ran into my friend andrew geeves (pro snowboarder) and we went back to his camp site to have a couple more beer with some other guys. i get there and im with andrew, leigh powis, josh stack, chris turpin (also one of my friends claim/), brandon kelly and some others guys just chillin having some beers and shots. chatin and watching these two 9.25 girls hoola hoop infront of us hahaha. then i feel like i need to start jookin up with chicks so i head back to the main prty again start dancin. hook up with this one chick for and bit then move on. chillin dancing trough the crowd when i run into some friends and they kinda like dare meto try and get on stage. i was like to easy. go to the stairs and some how convince the sucurity guard that i was a dj i just played earlier in the night. so i got up on stage and was just chilling actin like i was suppose ot be there and hyping up the crowd and shit. see these girls eye me up so i hea bacl down to go talk to them. i tell them i was adj ealier in the night and they believed me (im not a dj at all). and i go to the hottest one in the group she was like an 8.5-9 and say i bet you havent hooked up with a dj before, and she was like well no i havent. and i was like well tonight your night. so we start dancin and not to long start hooking up. we hook up for like a song or 2. ike 10 min. and then someone taps me on the shoulder and says what do you think ou are doing. i instinctively turn around and say hookin up with this sexy girl do you mind. ad he says wel im her brother. he is like jacked to shit. so i pretty much peace it after i tell the girl to meet up later. (didnt end up happening, kinda a bummer) so i go around and find some of my friends again. and they were all stoked i got up on stan]ge and shit haha. i go and start dancing with chicks again and then think its a good idea to get up in the dj booth/stage againg. so i try but the security says its full so i go back and all ym friends are gone. so i walk aroiund trying to find them and i check my phone and i have 3 missed calls and like 5 texts saying they were leaving or hat they left. so im like well fuck i should probably go home too. so i got to the line were people re waiting for the shuttle back to town. i see andrew, leigh and some other guys i know there so i go and chill with them. and them a taxi van come and i totally snake the line and get in and get a ride bakc to town. by the time i get home its 6:30 in the morning. the sun is almost up and in still pretty drunk. and i go and pass out in my bed. i wake up at 2 in the aftrenoon have a shower go to mcdons and then go to work.

probably thw wildest/funnest party i have been too. i did not really do it very much justice you kinda had to be there. but belive me it was fun. all should come next year to the two acre shaker!
 
im drunk againg but whT EVER, ok. so to start i didnt even plan on going to this party really. 2 acre shaker is like a massive party/dance/rave/outdoor club that strated out being held in this guys back yard. (it was 2 acres) \

but this year i went for the first time it was at a new location. to say it was the funnest night of my summer was an under statement.

the night staryed me getting there with a bunch of my friends after i finished work. we saw everyone was pretty drunk so i need to catch up. shotgunned 3 beers and slammed 3 others in an hour. still not reallly fellin it and then me and 2 other firends went and hotboxed his car. once i got back to the main party then i startd really feeling it. started dancin with chicks and havin a good time and thn i ran into my friend andrew geeves (pro snowboarder) and we went back to his camp site to have a couple more beer with some other guys. i get there and im with andrew, leigh powis, josh stack, chris turpin (also one of my friends claim/), brandon kelly and some others guys just chillin having some beers and shots. chatin and watching these two 9.25 girls hoola hoop infront of us hahaha. then i feel like i need to start jookin up with chicks so i head back to the main prty again start dancin. hook up with this one chick for and bit then move on. chillin dancing trough the crowd when i run into some friends and they kinda like dare meto try and get on stage. i was like to easy. go to the stairs and some how convince the sucurity guard that i was a dj i just played earlier in the night. so i got up on stage and was just chilling actin like i was suppose ot be there and hyping up the crowd and shit. see these girls eye me up so i hea bacl down to go talk to them. i tell them i was adj ealier in the night and they believed me (im not a dj at all). and i go to the hottest one in the group she was like an 8.5-9 and say i bet you havent hooked up with a dj before, and she was like well no i havent. and i was like well tonight your night. so we start dancin and not to long start hooking up. we hook up for like a song or 2. ike 10 min. and then someone taps me on the shoulder and says what do you think ou are doing. i instinctively turn around and say hookin up with this sexy girl do you mind. ad he says wel im her brother. he is like jacked to shit. so i pretty much peace it after i tell the girl to meet up later. (didnt end up happening, kinda a bummer) so i go around and find some of my friends again. and they were all stoked i got up on stan]ge and shit haha. i go and start dancing with chicks again and then think its a good idea to get up in the dj booth/stage againg. so i try but the security says its full so i go back and all ym friends are gone. so i walk aroiund trying to find them and i check my phone and i have 3 missed calls and like 5 texts saying they were leaving or hat they left. so im like well fuck i should probably go home too. so i got to the line were people re waiting for the shuttle back to town. i see andrew, leigh and some other guys i know there so i go and chill with them. and them a taxi van come and i totally snake the line and get in and get a ride bakc to town. by the time i get home its 6:30 in the morning. the sun is almost up and in still pretty drunk. and i go and pass out in my bed. i wake up at 2 in the aftrenoon have a shower go to mcdons and then go to work.

probably thw wildest/funnest party i have been too. i did not really do it very much justice you kinda had to be there. but belive me it was fun. all should come next year to the two acre shaker!
 
my rich ass parents left me home alone in our huge ass mansion with a pool. I decided to throw a party, but I dont party that much. I invited like 7 people over to my hottub, which quickly turned into 4,732 classmates and ghetto hood kids. i started drinking way too much. then i smoked mad drugs. I saw this dude that I was crushing on, so i gave him a handjob in the coat closet. After three minutes of that, I busted out and danced with some man sluts. Then I gave this hot dude a blowjob, in which I made him blow all over my tits. He tried to hug me, I pushed him away and threw him a dirty shirt. told him to wipe his hands....or something. Then I blacked out. Then everyone punched holes in my wall and threw a giant stuffed animal in my monster pool. it got so heavy, it took my whole lacrosse team to fish it out. Some one wrecked my dads A8. Then the cops showed up, so I woke up, got in my car, and immediatly crashed it. Got a DUI. Plus, some hood rats showed up and started swinging a shovel, there was 3million jello shots. sup, come at me
 
Whenever i attempt to conquer a wine bag with my friends wild shit ensues. I usually black out so not a lot of detail to report....Waking up and trying to figure out where my phone, friends, keys, or I am is always fun...

 
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