I was over my buddy's a while back, and I had this bottle of terrible imported rum to myself. After a while one of my buddy's had passed out, and the few that were left were just trying to sober up enough to drive home. I did not stop drinking however, and at some point I lost my memory. After around 20-25 shots I guess I had to urinate, so I stood up, whipped it out, pointed it at my buddy's cat's litter box and just let it fucking fly. Apparently my aim was a little off... it was like an old lady trying to operate a fire hose, and I ended up going all over my buddy's floor and Playstation 2. Everyone was just staring in disbelief I was told.

I didn't not remember doing any of that - at all. I was told the next day.