I never thought or said I'd never do that again, but there were many times I hated myself the next day, but mainly because of the hippo lying beside me. I don't know how many times I woke up in random fucking places even just by myself. I woke up one day on my knees with my head on the bed. Almost like I was a little kid praying at night and just passed out. My back hurt the whole next day. Or another time I guess I thought it'd be a good idea to take a bath at my gf's house when I got home, except I never closed the drain and just let the water run. Well, I woke up to my buddy yelling at me to get up, all I had on me was a wash cloth over my junk and he needed to take a shower before work. So I wake up, hear people in the living room talking and the only clothes in the bathroom were my 105# gf's sweat pants. So I'm stuck having to walk out naked in front of God knows who or putting on her pants that are obviously going to be tight as hell. So I go with the pants and walk out looking like a male cheerleader in front of a bunch of hot girls and a couple dudes. Needless to say, I still hear about that one
