I s*** my pants.
One time, I got so black out drunk I s*** my pants so bad it was running down my leg and my friend (Lord bless her kind soul) had to clean me up like you would a toddler, and an hour later I vomited all over her room and broke her window screen.
Next day, I was so hung over I couldn't even help her clean her room up and was vomiting often enough there is no way her parents don't know I was drinking.
And after all of this, the most embarrassing part?
I only drank one four-loco.