This is a good story, but it's worth telling.
When I was 16 two of my buddies and I rented a camping site to drink. This was one of my first experience drinking and we all got pretty drunk. I was the light weight out of the group. My two buddies were so gone that they stripped down to there boxers and laid on each other. While I was in the back of the tent trapped. I remember wanting to join, but it was so gay enough. Remember this was one of my first times being black out drunk. I just sat there and watched them wrestle the whole time. I couldn't look away it was so messed up, but so messed up it was funny as hell. After about an hour of this we all started to fall asleep.
What happens next was not funny at the time, but after we all laughed about it was. It had started to storm and the sirens went off at about 3 A.M. in the morning. Well I started to panic while they were getting dressed and ran out of the tent breaking the middle piece. They were pissed, but I was freaking out. After waiting about two minutes they were finally ready to go to the public bathrooms and wait it out. We were in the public bathrooms just chilling there drunk as hell and feeling like shit. Everyone had to know we had been drinking, but they were waiting outside in the main area. We are all underage and kind of worried so we just stayed in the bathroom the whole time. Someone walked in and my buddy didn't notice him in the stall. He said to us "who's shoes are those". The guy in the stall turned around and started to stare at us. He didn't really care, but after he left we wanted to kill him for saying that.
I don't know who's more gay in this scenario me for watching it or them drunk wresting in there boxers. It's one of my best memories from high school.