Some friends(yes, I once had friends) took me to a bar on my birthday and got me so drunk I passed out on a table. Puke was coming out of my mouth as I was "sleeping". A bouncer picked me up and threw me out on the sidewalk.
I managed to sit in one of the alcoves that made up the windows in front of the bar, where a lot of people were in a lineup waiting to get in.
Still super drunk and drenched in my own vomit, I took out my keys and yelled, laughing, "ANYBODY WANT A LIFT?" (It's considered very bad to drive drunk over here. VERY bad)
Everybody started laughing with me(and at me), then my friends took me back home.
On our way there, I was in the passenger seat of my friends car, my head out the window and puking my guts out.
The next day, at work, the friend who owned the car showed me the passenger door. His white 1998 Civic door was covered in frozen vomit as that evening it was -35celsius outside...
Good times.