Nothing's going to top the 3 years I lived in that beach house. Partying with 18-22 year old hot chicks every night. And you've got a bedroom upstairs.
Part of it was also living with my best friend. He's a fuckin trip, but he was really crazy back then. I don't know if I've ever told stories about him here. Like the one Halloween where he got in a fight with his GF and stole her car from a party. He flipped the car drunk and got arrested. This guy is 5'2 (on a good day) and 125 lbs. He was dressed like the Hulk....ripped shorts, no shirt, green body paint all over. Anyway, they locked him up and he was making all kinds of noise to let him out of the cell. He said the deputies were clowning him all night, "You're the Hulk man. Why don't you just bend the bars and let yourself out??"
Or the time he got arrested and was in the back of the cop car going to lockup. He told the cop he really had to piss but the cop wouldn't pull over for him. So he took his hands (cuffed behind him) and brought them under his ass and free in front of him. He pulled his pecker out the side of his shorts and starting peeing on the floorboard. He said it was streaming so hard though that it was making noise and the cop starting looking back to see what was going on. My buddy lost his handle, and his pecker flew up and just starting spraying the screen in front of him. At that point he just said fuck it and leaned back. Just soaked the back of the cops head.
Good times.