My best drunken story happened a few weeks ago. It was Monon Bell weekend at Wabash and my roommate and I were at the Kappa Sig house. We got there at 5 and started drinking. Around 1:30AM I come downstairs to use the bathroom and my roommate is talking to this guy on the couch. I stumble through and on my way back upstairs I run into a chair, which then runs into a lamp which runs into the wall which bounces back. They all bounce into me and I apparently started yelling at the chair to stand still because I have to get back upstairs! My roommate told me I looked like a "bobble-body" and that's now my nickname. The funniest part about this story is that I don't remember it happening, but I remember what happened later after drinking more!
I usually don't get drunk but I hadn't had much to eat that day and I was woken up with a screwdriver!
Jess
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