The worst thing that I have done, I would rather not talk about. It's bad. But I can tell you a few of my stories.
I was becoming good friends with one of my ex-girlfriends best friends. Most of the time when I get drunk with FRIENDS, nothing sexual happens. Keep in mind while you read this that the friend is butt ugly. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't touch her with a 10 foot pole. I can't even begin to describe how ugly she was. And she was over-weight. So, it wasn't just her face... It was her whole body. Anyways, I had some left over vodka from a New Year's party I threw and I wanted to get rid of it. So, I invited my girlfriend and our friend over to get drunk. My girlfriend couldn't make it but her friend could. We went through a full bottle of vodka with each other within a half hour. By that time, we were both feeling full effects of the vodka. She was sitting on my floor, against my wall. I was sitting on my bed. And we were talking about stupid ****. Music. Boys. Relationships. Friends. I just remember her getting all dramatic. And than I remember her sitting on my bed. And I was stroking my fingers through her hair and saying "No matter what anyone tells you, you're beautiful"!!! WTF?! The next thing I know she starts kissing me. After five minutes of making out with her, the vodka comes back up. I quickly back away from her and start puking in the garbage for about 3 minutes. Then we start making out again! WTF?! She takes off her shirt and I unsnap her bra. To be honest, I think I was close to blacking out. No thinking involved in my actions. We make out a little bit more and than I back away and puke all over her breasts. And we start making out again!!! W-T-F?!?!?! Then, my girlfriend calls while we're making out. Both of our shirts are off. My pants are off. I'm talking to my girlfriend while her friend is feeling up my d*ck. I'm desperatly trying to explain to my suspicous girlfriend that nothing's going on. But I'm too drunk to think of anything. "I swear to god, nothings going on. Hold on, I have to put a shirt on" (wtf?!) "Put a shirt on?!" "Umm... Yeah. I threw up all over this one." (...) "We're drunk as hell. You should come over" (wtf? You should come over? Was I TRYING to get myself killed?) "I gotta go..." (In the back of my head: Before I dig myself in a deeper hole). And then... I start making out with the friend again!!! WTF?! After about 15 minutes, we're both naked. Nothings happened yet, but I finally pull my head back and explain to her friend why we can't have sex.
Then I walk her friend half-way home. I left half-way because she kept trying to talk me into breaking up with my girlfriend. Two blocks from my house I catch a bus to my house. lol. I end up calling my girlfriend back. But she's not talking to me. She's still suspicous. And I'm talking my ass off. For some reason, I start thinking I'm talking to my best friend. And I end up telling her everything that I did! But for some reason, she forgave me when I told her that I threw up all over her breasts. lol. Instead she got pissed at the girl for trying to break us up.
After waking up the next morning, I kept thinking "What the **** did I do last night?". It took me the whole day to get myself together. My girlfriend was pissed at me and I couldn't figure out why. I didn't remember calling her and telling her about it. I spent the whole day trying to hide it from her and than she reminded me about it. Ouch.