I should add that I was eighteen then

that is fuckin' weird man... I shit your pants too! the cleaners said you could pick 'em up this weekend...

I was outside around a campfire too. I stood up and began to sing 'I am the pirate king!' [Gilbert&Sullivan], for no apparent reason. I fell in the fire while gesturing, and stood up, and contiued to sing. Then, still singing, began to run from my friends, who I though didn't like my singing.

Actually, though my singing got mixxed reveiws, they were chasing me becuase my shirt was on fire.

Fortunaly, I fell in the lake (I have a dim recollection of realising I was on fire right before I fell).
I popped out of the lake like a scalded otter (someonelses comment), and finished the chorus. Then I fell back in the lake, climbed out, and went to sleep. In some elses sleeping bag. She was still in it. Being a kind soul (and no doubt releising that I was in no shape to threaten anyones virtue) she stayed. I slept rather well. Must of been the fresh air<g>..

I've never shit my pants while drunk, but because my primary source of fuel is cheap beer, I've had a few "not quite farts" the next morning. That's a wakeup call for ya.