I was a fucking maniac in high school. I got a grip of god damn stories. I'll give you a party story to start.
Backstory, I was well connected and could get anything I wanted and i used my status to fuck whoever. So my ex dumps me and I'm a little heartbroken. I go onto a coke and molly fueled rage with a group of girls that were friends but all at different times in one day. So girl one comes over, we smash, she starts crying cause she just cheated on her boyfriend. Fuck it that's not my problem so I boot her out. Girl2 comes I'm even more inebriated and I get the camera out. Molly makes me puke all over her back she gets upset and bounces. Girl 3 comes and I caught my second wind I dont remember much of it until the morning when my sister walks in to check up on me. Theres empty bottles, coke mirror, a bunch of pills on the floor, I'm naked on the floor, girls naked in my bed, puke on the counter. My sister damn near had a heart attack. Get to school on monday these 3 bitches told each other. Guess some of them caught feelings and they stopped being friends. Even to this day they're no longer friends.