I posted this somewhere else on here. I think the Cornbread 7 Phases of Drunk. But this happened last night:
It was my roommate's birthday yesterday so all four of us got schmammered. Then we come back to the apt around 1 and tooled around for a bit until (for some reason) I donned my graduation gown from last year, and came back pretending to be Dumbledore. Now, my roommate has this thing he calls "Anky." It's a shredded mess of a blanket he's had since the day they brought him home from the hospital. and it's gross. So I stole it and pretended it was a Horcrux and it had to be destroyed... then he took his belt off and beat me with it
So yeah. That. Just. Happened.