It was my wedding night and I had 2 FOUR LOKOS and a 40oz. My husband (at the time) told me he could only drink one FOUR LOKO and it'd make him shitfaced. Well, sure enough, I was drunk off my ass after playing 3 man (if you don't know what it is, you're missing out). Anyways, I went to lay down and he's like "no you'll get sick, stay up until you sober up a little bit" I laid down anyways and 2 minutes later I had to go puke. I open the bedroom door, run to the bathroom, do my business, and came back. I'm at my bedroom doorway with the door leaning in the opposite way because I pulled in the other direction (it opens out instead in and I pulled it in) and the door knob was in pieces. So, in my drunk state, I ripped the door off and broke the door knob. Bravo me. I had to go buy hinges and a door knob the next morning.