A Drunken Story (true story)

Alright, this is a true story, it happend to a friend of a friend of mine and by no means did it happen to me....OKAY FINE i'll admit im the dummy in this poem...I hope you enjoy, and please be aware That i didn't really put any effort in this poem so its kinda a story that rhymes.

A Drunken Night (true story)

26 bottle of beer on the ground,
I took them down and swallowed them up
And ten minutes later I peed in a cup,
I gave it to my friend, told him it was good,
Little did I know, he switched my drink
So I drank my urine for I couldn't think!
Boy was I pissed! I just drank pee!
But later that night, I got my revenge,
I stared at my bench; it was staring at me,
Laughing at me for drinking my pee,
I was full of rage, and loaded with beer,
I lifted the bench without a fear,
Hurled it away, as if It were meant,
To land inside my good friend's tent
I ran away, I ran so far,
I trip on a tree, I fell on a car,
I blame my house, it was hiding again,
40 feet wide was not wide enough,
It really hid good, But even back then,
I was wise and witty, clever and keen,
I found that house, I found the unseen,
I found my room and fought with the door,
Found my bed, but slept on the floor,
And when I woke, I was just fine
A tiny little headache, but I couldn't wine,
For I was 17 with a lesson just learnt,
That beer is bad, but urine is worst.