Getting drunk twice in a day is not as much fun, so just do it all day instead.

Everyone knows that football season in the south is the greatest time of the year. It was time for the Bowden Bowl (Clemson vs. FSU) and nobody parties like a Clemson freshman.

I start by going out to tailgate about six hours before kickoff and decide to drink as much as I can. And I was focused, too. I must have had the equivalent of nearly a case of beer. I still make it to the game but have basically no recollection of the game.

When the game was over, I took a nap and decided to go back out when a couple friends gave me a call. These weren't typical friends. The two calling me to go out with them were: a) my high school friend and b) a local exotic dancer. What better of a pair!

We all go out to an apartment complex and start drinking in an outdoor gazebo. It started off fun and lighthearted, but it all quickly turned for the worse.

A local police officer drives by and we figure that everything is ok but he stops.

RUN!

I'm running around the apartment complex beating on doors and nobody will come out so I decide to run down a hill and hide. I begin running down the hill and lo and behold I realize it is pitch black dark at the bottom....wtf?

So I try to slow down and end up twisting my ankle a little bit but I keep on going – I was on my beer scooter after all! When I get to the bottom, I sink right down.

I was standing in very soft mud, shit! I ended up losing both my shoes and try to fish them out while my friends are laughing at me. The cop comes and busts all of us for minors in possession. He also nicely laughs at us and takes our beer.

The moral of this story is, don't watch your friend make a fool out of himself, just keep running. Also getting drunk twice in a day is not as much fun, so just stay drunk all day instead.