Last Halloween, my buddy, who was 15 at the time, drank a 40 Oz of Watermelon Smirnoff Vodka to himself, among other things. But what happened after is far more entertaining.
About half of our group is probably on the ground vomiting at the time. But no-one's got it worse than this guy. He can't even talk, he sounds like a fucking zombie and we're all laughing at how braindead he is until we realize he seriously needed some fucking help. Unfortunately he had wriggled out of all of his clothes except for his underwear and a single fucking sock. So we had to drag him home like that. Thankfully his house wasn't very far at all.
When we get him home, his dad says (they had told him not to drink that night, HA) "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"
My friend replies "WHoOOoOOOooooOOoOOooOOoo" and falls against the wall. His parents say they'll take care of him from here so we head back to my buddies house and chill for a bit.
The next morning, the full events of the night were revealed to us.
When checking up on my friend to see if he was okay, his parents find him face up with his mouth full of vomit. He's pretty much drowning on his own vomit. So they're like, okayno, we need to get him to the hospital.
So, flashforward to the hospital, and my friend's heart stops twice that night. That's right. He's been legally dead twice. Fucking ZOMBIE motherfucker. Anyway, he gets his stomache pumped and turns out alright. The day is saved I guess.
But wait! There's more! After the incident, the nurse says to his mom, 'Just get him lots of greasy food'. So they go to McDonalds, and he says to his mom
"Mom... can I get... 16 double cheeseburgers."
And he ate them all.
So yeah, drinking a 40 of Vodka at the age of 15 = Pretty stupid.