[imported_torQQue]

Okay, here is one.

When I was in 9th grade, I went to a party (keg party on a farm). Now, being 14 years old, I decided that I would get tanked up a little bit. Needless to say, being a stupid kid, I drank it up pretty good. My older brother was also at the party--and by default, he more or less had to look after me. He tried to help me sober up--so we went to get something to eat at Arby's.

After puking it up pretty good in the bathroom, my brother decided that we needed to get out of there before they called the cops.

By that time, it was real close to my curfew. So, my brother decided that it was time to go home. To start out, my Dad (who usually tried to let us be kids--providing that we learned our lesson) was waiting up for us. He knew right away that I was OOC (out of control). He told me that I was lucky that my Mom wasn't up--and to go to bed--he would deal with it in the morning.

At the time, we lived in a 2 bedroom townhouse. So my brother and I shared a room.

Apparently, I decided to go sleep walking. I started out by taking a whiz on all of my brothers tapes (which sucked after he tried to watch out for me). So he made sure that I got back in bed (without the major beating that I deserved at that point).

Next thing you know, I hear my Mom screaming at me.

Somehow, in my sleep, I walked into my Mom/Dad's room and thought it was the bathroom. You can fill in the blanks from there . . .

Still to this day--I am embarrassed more than I can begin to imagine. My Mom/Dad forgave me--but I was not allowed out of the house for 3 months--and I didn't touch the phone for 3 months either (even if it was my parents who were calling). I still feel like I got off EASY.

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