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Throwaway for obvious reasons.

So I'm 19 years old (male) and a week leading up to NYE, I was begging my dad to buy me a shot at the NYE party his friend was having. He was adamant on me not drinking since I wasn't mature enough, but I wouldn't relent. But by the 30th, I had pretty much given up.

Well the day of the party arrives, and the family and I go and I had pretty much forgotten about wanting to drink there.
An hour into the party, the host of the party comes over to me while I'm texting on the couch and asks if I want a drink. Being honest, I told him I wasn't allowed but he promised he wouldn't tell my dad and it would only be a shot. How could I refuse? I quickly downed the shot (Which tasted pretty awesome) and went back to my business.

Fast forward several hours, as we're all back home from the party and I'm asleep, I'm awoken to the urge to take a shit, BADLY. This is completely out of the ordinary, since I never need to take a shit in the middle of the night, but it's too strong to ignore. I run into the bathroom and have the biggest shit in the world, so big in fact, I pass out.

I wake up around noon to find myself in the same place I was last conscious, the bathroom, but noticed a slip of paper shoved inside the bathroom door. It was from my dad.

"laxativesthrowaway,

I told you that you couldn't drink at the party and I wanted to see how much I could trust you. I had my friend spike the shot he gave you with a good dosage of laxatives. Judging from your current position, I'd say it worked pretty well.

I expect you cleaned up and ready for today, you will be solely responsible for cleaning up the Christmas decorations while the rest of us go out for some shopping. See you at 6PM.

Dad"

Well, shit.
<bot>: Dad told me not to drink at a NYE party, I went behind his back and had a shot anyway, had shit to pay for it.