Just made everyone at my party download the vuvuzela app for iPhone, the neighbors absolutely HATE us
you convinced the bartender to un-cut you off by letting him touch your boobs whenever you ordered a drink.
You kept running into the wall most of the night. When people asked you what you were doing you told them you were the kool-aid man and there was little kids on the other side of the wall who needed your juice
You threw up. And every time you flushed you would wave and go "Bye Bye!" and then when the new water came you would greet it with "Helloooo!"
I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.