Last semester, two of my roommates and I went over to the bar for happy hour and each got a pitcher. Our fourth roommate joined us after about an hour because he had class. We all told him that we were already on our second pitchers and that he'd have to catch up. He chugged a pitcher and a half in the next half hour or so and got absolutely trashed.

We tried to stop him, but he ran away to his bike and went ahead of us to the apartment. No handle bars. When we got back to our place, he was nowhere in sight. He appeared at our front door about two hours later, proudly declaring, "I ATE TWO STROMBOLIS!" He then proceeded to get a beer from our fridge and then fall asleep on the couch. Without finishing the beer.

Turns out one of his friends found him. My roommate went with his friend to his apartment upstairs where the guy's girlfriend was cooking a romantic dinner. She just went with it and fed my roommate some stromboli. He apparently ate this standing up in the corner of the room while they had their dinner at the table. He then drunkenly played some Call of Duty before finding his way back downstairs.

When he woke up, we drank more.