A few years back I went to a house party that had 30+ people there, I wasnt doing so great in college at the time and I decided I wanted to get shit faced and drown my sorrows. I did just that, and after forgetting my limits and mixing lots of drinks, I went outside and fell asleep on one of the deck chairs there. A few hours later I woke up and promptly puked all over my top/jeans. Luckily I had brought a bag and for whatever reason decided to bring a change of jeans, but after someone found me, I had to strip down to my shreddies so I didnt get puke in the house and walked through the party before they put me in his parents bed.

Fast forward and I wake up hearing someone shouting and see that my best friend who was also extremely drunk was asleep next to me. The guys brother (Who is like 30) had come over to the house, come into his parents room and saw me and my friend laying on the bed asleep, with me just in my underwear, and started shouting at us to get out before he got violent. We had to quickly get up and head down the stairs with him shouting behind us and everyone looking, then as I pick up my pile of sick-y clothes, some annoying fat guy that nobody likes sees a little bit of the sick on my jeans and starts saying 'theres cum on his jeans!', and being still extremely drunk, half asleep and in a hurry I just blurted out 'I know' on the way by him.

So then we left as fast as possible and I got dressed into my spare clothes outside before we walked home, a few people came out and followed. Luckily my best friend is pretty popular/universally liked so it wasnt hard for him to clear it up, and I didn't hear anything about that night from anyone after. 

Needless to say I haven't really had a heavy drinking session since then.