In college I'm sure I did it a lot and I thank providence every day that I never harmed myself or someone else...
Once I went on a beer run at UNH and the next morning I woke up and had no idea why the interior of my car was so fucked up: turned out my way home I had apparently hit a patch of ice, skidded into someone's front lawn, driven through a couple of low hedges before I got back on the road.
Thinking about it now, I thank god I didn't kill some kid, luckily it was late at night.
Now I have a firm line, 2 beers, and no driving.
The trouble with drinkers is they are incapable of fully understanding how incapacitated they are.