There comes a time in every young man's life where he tries to find out where his boundaries lie.
And you only know where they are when you cross them. So, yes, I've waken up a few times with some very bad hangovers, yes, I've puked in more buckets and wastebins then I care to remember, yes, I've made slurred passes at female bystanders,yes, pissed myself occasionally, and yes, got knocked out with fair reason.
It's only afterwards that these stories become fun. Like veterans showing old scars, drunks exchange drinking stories. Most of them haven't got a clue, apart from "Dude, I was soooo wasted" This is actually one of the few that has a clue. The best one there is. Drink for your pleasure, never to impress. And never try to drink your best friend under the table. Both of you will get terribly hurt.
(We even ate the mint leaves of our mojito's, telling each other that they had absorped the rum, and couldn't get rid of our rum-breath the next morning in class, which was so early I was still drunk)
Oh and this Silly Shit is dedicated to my sister who is far sweeter then you'd think, judging from this comic. Remember, she had to put up with me for twenty-odd years... could you do it?