About three months ago, I woke up in the guest bedroom in a rural farm house with only my pants on. I thought that I'd been kidnapped and raped, until I noticed no pain in my asshole and that I was walking alright. I didn't know who's house it was, but I was hungry, so I walked downstairs and started eating cereal until I realized that somebody was home. I managed to sneak out the house from out of a glass door in the back porch that looked like it was broken into. Once I got out, the owner started yelling at me as I was running across the field, saying that he'd shoot me if I came any closer onto his property, but he hadn't a fuckin' clue that I'd been sleeping in his house.
But apparently, as I found out from my friends who I was hanging out with at the time, they had seen somebody slip something in my drink and I sipped it down before it was too late for them to warn me. So they kept a close eye on me as I ended up drinking a few beers. Then, for whatever reason, I started running away from something, like a poltergeist. They said that they had chased after me all across town to some rural farm area a few miles down the road as I was running away from them and I took off my shirt and threw it at them. Then they said that I stopped and glarred at a nearby farm house and I said "FUCK YEAH!" And I sprinted towards the house and jumped through the glass door and ran inside. The owner thought that my friends vandalized his window and chased after them with his tractor and they just got into their cars and drove away, drunk and flipping him off.
So this is probably the most "interesting" and the most fucked up thing that's ever happened to me so far.