My worst ever drinking experience involved moonshine. I was in Atlanta getting trained on some equipment. One of the instructors actually brought the shit, it was in mayo jars. It smelled like rubbing alcohol and tequila and was perfectly clear. After class another coworker and I were already obliterated off what we were calling black captains. It was black velvet whiskey and coke. Then he had the bright idea to hit up the instructor for that moonshine.
There's so much to the story I won't get into. Long story short, I pissed my bed in the hotel, which I don't recall. Then apparently I got in the bathtub, filled it with water and passed out in there. Don't remember that. Somehow I didn't drown. Apparently before I got in the bath though I was doing something with the sink, a washcloth plugged the drain. The sink overflowed all night long and flooded not only our room, but the rooms on either side of us.
I was still in the tub when I woke up in the morning and I saw my bed with a piss stain that had to be 3 feet across, I guess my bladder was a little full. So I pulled off the blankets and threw them in the tub. I went to the front desk and said hey I had a little flood somehow, then went to class! I was hungover for 5 days, no shit. I'm amazed I didn't die. It's one of those things when you realize you must have had a guardian angel looking over you.