I don't typically do really really crazy shit when drunk...

I once called a black guy I work with a ******, apparently. I dont' recall having ever done so... but supposedly I did.

I think about the worst thing I ever did was come home at 7AM, stumble down the side of my house, throw up, stumble in the front door, collapse on the kitchen floor (falling backwards) crawl to the front door and throw up on my porch, and pass out on my kitchen floor. The fall wound up causing a pilonidal cyst to form at the base of my spine.

=D

My alcohol tolerance has gone up a lot since then... I don't ever puke unless I just smoked way too many cigarettes that night, but lately I'm pretty good about knowing when it's time to put the smokes away.