My senior design project in college was to design a superscalar microprocessor with an 8 stage pipeline, which is as big of a dick as it sounds. I didn't know anyone in the class except for one of my frat brothers who was working with his best butt buddy he'd known since high school, so I got randomly paired up with some Vietnamese dude. He never showed up to any group meetings, wouldn't answer cell phone calls or emails, it got to the point where I had to look him up in the Cornell directory and call his room number. His roommate answered and told me he dropped the class.
So I'm like, fuck, I gotta do this myself, and holy shit it's due in a week. So I stay up for 3 days straight more or less and bang this shit out. Everything is working, but the project still had this report component where you had to write up basically how your shit works and run some tests and give performance results for your processor. As I'm starting the report, motherfucker calls me and goes "Hey, just sent you a group request. Can you accept please? I'm getting worried."
I go, "Bitch, I just wrote this whole fucking thing. You're not in my group." He goes, "Yes I am. You agreed to work with me." I go, "Okay, fine, but YOU have to write the WHOLE report." He goes, "But I'll end up having to stay up until 2AM!! Why can't you help me?!" I go, "Because I'm going to the bars. Send me the report by tomorrow and I'll accept your shit. Bye!!"
Sidenote: don't drink Long Island Iced Teas after being up for 3 days. Your frat brothers will end up needing to carry you home and will leave you on a table in the foyer.