So this was some time ago when I was a freshman in University. It was the weekend of one of the biggest football games of the year and everyone was going out the Friday night before. Being the immature young adult that I was, I decided it would be a good idea to down an entire bottle of rum by myself. Fast forward two hours to the point where I am unable to stand and get kicked out of the house party we were at. All I remember from the time we left to the time I got home was being carried home by three women I didn't know (God Bless you ladies, you probably saved me from an underage). Once I returned to the dorm, I headed straight for the bathroom... I remember puking in the toilet a lot then becoming extrememly angry with myself for not being able to hold my alcohol. In a fit of drunken rage I began to destroy the bathroom by ripping the soap despensers from the wall and destroying the toilet and sink. Apparently all the exertion forced more vomit from myself so then I began projectile vomiting all over the walls and floor. I then snuck back to my room and passed out on the floor.

The next morning I woke up and people were in shock to discover the state of the bathroom. Several people knew that I was sick the previous night and began to ask if I knew what happened. I said that I rememembered rushing to the bathroom to vomit and seeing the state of destruction inside but could not hold it to get someplace else. I said I couldnt even go in the toilet because of how destroyed the room was and that's why I puked all over the place. I told them I would clean up all the puke with no worries. At this point, they were trying to figure out who destroyed the room. Well at the time I was terrified of getting in trouble so I said it was likely...we'll call him Jeff. Jeff was the floor asshole. He bullied everyone on the floor, thought he was hot shit and was just a general douche. Everyone hated him and no one had a problem believing that this is something that he would do. Turns out, Jeff being the predictable prick that everyone knew him to be, he had been blacked out drunk the night before as well. My RA confronted him about the bathroom and he admited to wrecking it!!! He thought it was hilarious and had to pay for it to be fixed. In the end, I do not know if I regret blaming Jeff because he was a dick to everyone.