Originally Posted by C_U_Next_Tuesday

face down in the mud with my legs in the creek. My friends owned a huge farm.. part of the party was in the house, and part of the party was across a creek about 3 feet high and in the woods. After drinking mass amounts of whiskey, I went in search of my brother to make sure I got home ( I was 17 at the time)..I breifly remember getting across the creek the first time to get to the wooded party, wrangling keys for someones car from them (cant remember who)..then starting back towards the house... I woke up a few hours later..face down in the mud and legs still in the creek.. My brother was furious, I lost the keys to whomevers car he was driving and he was worried sick that I drowned.