We don't talk enough about the final seasons of The Office but Garden Party holds a special place in my heart. Dwight went all out with the party, but what always makes me crack up is the closing ceremonies of Dwight dancing with the fire.
When I was in college I used to get wicked hammered. My nickname was Puke. I would chug a fifth of SoCo, sneak into a frat party, polish off a few people's empties, some brewskies, some Jell-O shots, do some body shots off myself, pass out, wake up the next morning, puke, rally, more SoCo, head to class. Probably would have gotten expelled if I had let it affect my grades, but I aced all my courses. They called me Ace. It was totally awesome. Got straight Bs. They called me Buzz.