Went to a house party at a guy's house who none of us particularly liked,
and it was a fucking nice house. We all brought our own booze, but only being about 17 at the time, we didn't have much money to buy booze with, so our supplies ran out quickly, which begged the question "what are we goind to drink now?". Cue the guy that we didn't like very much telling us that he had a couple of beers in the fridge that we could have, but not to drink any of the other stuff in there because it was his dad's.

Anyway, after a while, our host had drunk far too much (owing to the fact that he had split up with a friend of ours and she was at the party and he couldn't take it or some bollocks) and ran off upstairs, locking himself in the toilet, and being violently sick and passing out.

Cue opening the fridge, to discover about 60 cans of budweiser, and a couple of bottles of whisky. I distributed the beer amongst my friends, pocketing a few myself, and started to help myself to the whisky. After about 2 hours of so we had totally cleaned him out, and were totally greased. We fell asleep after trashing the house a bit, woke up the next morning, fucked off sharpish before his parents came home, and left him to face the music.

A couple of days later his Dad was at a party we went to for a family friend and he comes up to my mum (who apparently he used to fancy many moons ago) and said "I've got a bone to pick with you, your son drank all my beer", I was expecting to get a bollocking, instead she replied "it's your own fault for leaving beer around the house when he's around". He fucked off after that. My mum rules.
( PMGT -Bacon., Fri 14 Apr 2006, 14:20, Reply)