I think I’ve told the story on here before, but it bears repeating:
My senior year, I was living in the on campus apartments, and one of my roommates was a walk on football player who is great friends with one of the star defensive ends. (Name redacted to save embarrassment) The roommate mostly kept himself, and his friend was pretty cool whenever he was around.
One winter night, I came home at about two in the morning and found the two of them drinking from an igloo cooler that they had made a giant batch of very, very alcoholic koolaid in. Bottles everywhere.
After declining the offer to stay up and party with them in the kitchen I went to bed.
About 2 hours later I was abruptly awakened to hear the star FB player yell out “STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN!!!!!” followed by laughing and a huge crash and thud. Then silence. Then suddenly the other voice called out “STONE COLD STUNNER!!!!!!!” and I hear a wood splinter sound and more smashing and laughing. I also hear my roommate in the bedroom closest to them smash his fist into his wall and yell out “GO(T) DAMMIT!”
I laughed it off, made sure my bedroom door was locked and rolled over.
The next morning around 10, I walk out to find every piece of furniture except the sofa broken and splinters everywhere. Coffee table, kitchen table, tv stand, side table and all 4 dining chairs broken. Underneath one pile of wooden remains was one player and across the room in the corner was the other.
I thought it was hilarious but my roomie who was quite anal about cleanliness was livid. The guys later apologized and paid for the stuff to be replaced. Nbd.
All I learned from this is that I need to stay far away from alcohol mixed in rolling coolers.