I honestly do not know how I could have ever forgotten this story, but I am happy to have remembered it now. This particular night was stupendous. We started with Edward 40 Hands, for those of you who do not know what this is I am very ashamed of you and hope your drinking experiences from here on out are miserable. I guess I had better explain it, in case someone who reads this is also dumb enough to not be able to make sense out of the title. Basically you duct tape a 40oz. Of malt liquor to each hand and you are not allowed to take them off until you are finished with both. Now for those of you who have played this game you may have come across some similar problems. First I got them taped to my hands and took a walk from Jon Twaddle's apartment on down the road to a buddies house named JR. Obviously I was the hit of the party, everyone loves a fucked up individual playing Edward 40 Hands. I was having one of the best drinking experiences of my life until...Oh shit, I fucking had to take a piss. Now with two 40oz. Bottles taped to my hand, and wearing jeans, this is a big fucking problem. I had 3 choices. First choice: take off the 40's and go piss, yea right, I was the center of attention, no way I am going to bitch out. Second choice: I could just piss myself, this I seriously considered but ultimately decided against. Third choice: I could ask someone to undo my pants and pull them down so I could piss off the balcony and then put my pants back on. This was clearly my only option and I took it. I was so drunk I didn't give a shit and I can't even remember who the lucky one was that did me this favor. Finally, I was relieved and was just finishing my second 40oz. When all of the sudden I hear the heart stopping yell. The one every under age drinker fears "COPS!!". I mean for Christ sake, I already had to piss with these fucking bottles on my hands, now I have to run from the cops with them on? Plus the only way out of this damn place was off the balcony I just pissed off! Fuck me, there I went right over the balcony, bottles taped to hands and shattering among my arrival with the ground. I didn't care I kinda preferred having bloody hands rather than be caught...red handed. Hmm, whatever I was in a dead sprint up a hill back to Jon's house. Once there, I decided I was pissed off at the cops and Jon was in the same mind set as I was. And what do we do when we believe in something? We act on it, so, we snuck back over to the hill we had just climbed up. Which by the way, no cop would ever be able to make it up this hill in under ten minutes, good fucking luck. So, I get the idea to take hand fulls of rocks and start throwing them down this hill and hitting every cop and cop car I can see. Jon shortly follows and we do this for what seemed like a good minute, chanting about how gay police were and how they could suck our dicks. I fully stand by what I said to those mother fuckers, and I hope I never have to have an encounter with them again!