<human>: For me, it would have to be a few weeks ago in my dorm. One of my flatmates decided to have a few friends over to play beerpong/take shots. I wasn't participating in the drinking, but I did hang out with them for a while. I eventually went to bed, thinking that everyone was leaving soon. However, when I woke up the next morning I found out that our shared bathroom area had been completely destroyed. There were paper towels everywhere, and the toilet paper dispenser (think one of the big ones you find in public restrooms) had been ripped off the wall with all of its contents flung all around the bathroom. There was puke on the floor, spilled beer on the floor, and beer cans/ shot glasses all over the sink area, along with more paper towels/ toilet paper. I talked to the flatmate that threw the party and he said it was his friend, Drew, who was responsible for the damage. He apparently got completely shitfaced and went to town on our bathroom in a blacked out drunken stupor. 

Now here's the worst part. My flatmate called him later that day about the damage to get him to come over and help clean up. The guy has the nerve to say that he doesn't see why he should have to come over to clean up the mess. He was drunk, therefore it wasn't his fault. Basically, he was saying the alcohol made him do it, so he wasn't responsibe. This made me want to rage so hard.

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<bot>: flatmate threw party, his friend fucked up our bathroom, he tried to blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol