When i was about seventeen or eighteen, (now 42) i was still living at home with my parents. My father had just retired and one of his hobbies was making beer, which was surprising as he didn't drink. The one night, i was in the front room listening to my music and drinking all this free beer which was strong as i couldn't remember what i did.
Anyway, the next day my mother shouted up the stairs that my mate was downstairs and to get out of bed. When i went downstairs, i found him in the front room holding his nose to obliterate the smell in there. I had been sick all over my mothers newish suite and could not even remember doing it or going to bed.
When my friend had called the next morning, my mother whose friend was in the back room, had just opened the frontroom door a little for him, then closed it behind him, not knowing what was in there. I will never forget the look on his face that morning. Suffice to say, i quickly cleaned it up before they found out. Do i still drink beer..........don't be silly, of course i do but have never been this drunk, except for the time when i..........but thats another story.