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I went to a barn party at a farm estate once. It was a big party with probably close to 2,000 people, music and loads of booze. Anyway, there was a manure pit on the estate, which had been carefully cordoned off with a construction fence and a tarp cover over the fence. But somehow, some shitfaced git managed to climb over the fence late at night, and then plunged into the manure pit. They found him at 4 am, fast asleep on the edge of the manure pit, covered in shit.
Also reminds me of that time I was at a friend's little garden party; we were sat in his parents' summerhouse, and at some point I excused myself to go around the corner to have a wee. It was pitch dark outside, and I mistook a goldfish pond for a flower bed, and was going to walk straight across it to wee against a tree. Next thing I knew, I was standing in water up to my waist. Having suffered abounding laughter from my mates, I then took off my wet jeans and decided to pedal home on my bicycle half a mile to get some dry clothes. All the while thinking that I probably looked like a nonce, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and my white undies on a bicycle late at night, and my biggest fear was that I would be stopped by police. Luckily, nothing happened.