When my buddy was in high school, he was going to a party from his job. He got there late and he wanted to catch up with everyone. So he pounded a big bottle of Cisco, then he switched to malt liquor - I guess he wanted something mellow to chase the liquid crack with.

From the way he tells it, he doesn't remember much from the party. What he remembers is waking up in the driver's seat of his car - still parked in front of the party house, obviously, or else this would probably be the story of how he died. Anyway, he's in the driver's seat with a sleeping bag over his head and shitty pants.

It's still pretty early - like 8 o'clock on Saturday morning - so he drives back to his parents' house, and chucks the pants by his pool in his backyard. He goes inside and passes out, but obviously he hadn't picked the most ingenious hiding place, so by the time he wakes up, his parents have found the evidence.

Naturally they ask him what was up. Thinking fast, he told them that his friend was playing a joke on him - basically, he said that this guy had taken his pants and shit in them, just to fuck with him. What's worse is that my buddy's friends were all so fucked up, his parents actually believed him. - Dan, The O.C.