Ok....finish this sentence ya'll. Here's mine:

And remember I took it off while dancing on the bar top (without taking my top off, tricky) and it was added it to a collection of hundreds of ladies' bras.  

Definitely a hallmark of drunkedness, losing one's bra...lmfao....

It wasn't just taking it off in public, it was remembering dancing on the bar, slipping it off and being escorted down OFF the bar, for fear that I'd fall and sue them.  

Was it Mcguire's Irish pub in Pensacola....

In college my roommates parents came to visit and stopped by Sam's club on the way.  After they left we got stoned like willie Nelson,  I woke up the next morning with 14 little debbie wrappers in the bed with me

No, a pub in NYC... for some reason, I cannot recall the name.

I was so drunk I woke up the next morning with the sound of my collage room mate screaming profanities.  I puked in his boot the night before and he has just put it on.  

Nothing like a black lab waking you up with his wet nose and concerned face and having your favorite EXPENSIVE bra latched around his fat belly. Apparently I thought that would be funny when I got home and undressed.
Also found Jack in the Box egg roll containers in bed where I had a sudden memory of insisting to the Uber driver I was “STARVIN MARVIN!” And it was needed. Glad I didn’t choke in my sleep in my drunken stupor.

I imagine 2 reasons you cannot recall if you are anything like me.... you were too drunk to remember or you were too embarrassed and have blocked it from your mind.  Over my 48 years I have a few of those situations.   At this point I rarely have more than two drinks

You're definitely drunk if you were stopped by a cop, released without being ticketed,  and don't remember whether or not you gave him a blowjob.

...four days later,  you start receiving packages of random crap that you apparently had found interesting enough in a drunken haze to buy off of eBay.   Don't drink and online shop,  kids.

For the 5th time and I know the cops names, there wives, there children’s and everybody’s birthday, helps to send them birthday cards.

It must have been fun,  I was Undressed ..LOL

Great stories....

Wearing your sneakers and your wife beater (sorry ladies) shirt is on as your boxers

Even the smell of peppermint schnaps makes me sick to my stomach 38 years later.  Took me a long time before I could eat a candy cane at Christmas.  I have heard Southern Comfort is just as bad.  Feel for you.

You should keep your pistachios in the fridge.
I always store mine in the fridge or the freezer.

To ensure that no coyote events occur.

trust me, the pistachios can be better that someone next to you when you wake up hahahahaha