I have my own stories... yes indeed, I am Australian after all. I am pretty sure my Australian citizenship would not really matter if I did not have drinking stories.
And I have many, both staring me and someone else that is drunk.
I want to hear other peoples stories first though. Go Nuts! Where other people will laugh at you I high five you, because where other people feel shame I feel pride for awesome stories about getting drunk.
Also it is friday where I am, and I have to get up at 4am tomorrow for an 8 hour day off work. :-( So I am relying on the internet, to provide TGIF fun. I am waiting!
Can't help. I don't drink.
Quote from: indianasmith on April 13, 2012, 06:19:31 AM
Can't help. I don't drink.
I have quit drinking 3 times.
When I was in college some friends of mine had a lot of parties at their apartment. It wasn't a regular apartment, it was the second floor of a building, above a pawn shop. At one party we were having a weightlifting contest - you'd lift the barbell over your head and, since we were drunk, drop it on the floor from there. Come Monday morning, the guy who owned the pawn shop downstairs wasn't too happy as the plaster that used to be on his ceiling was now on his floor :teddyr:
They had another party where some guys drove in from out of town, but they couldn't find a parking spot. So they parked in a no parking zone, and then a group of them tore the no parking sign out of the sidewalk. It sat, with chunk of concrete still attached, in the bathroom for the rest of the night.
There was another party in a rock quarry. On the way there, some guys ran into a deer, and put the carcass in the back of their truck. Later on, the cops showed up at the party, and as they were talking to everyone, they got quite a ways away from their car. So the guys took the dead deer and put it in the back seat of the cop car, sitting there as if it were a person :smile:
Quote from: indianasmith on April 13, 2012, 06:19:31 AM
Can't help. I don't drink.
True...Indy acts like that without having to imbibe. :buggedout: :tongueout:
I don't drink heavily anymore, but a Navy buddy prevented me from dying or suffering brain damage once back when I was in the service.
I was living with my buddy Chris and his wife during my last year in the Navy. We threw a surprise birthday party for him, saw people I hadn't seen in a while, got carried away and got way too drunk. Somebody there had invented a drink called the Flaming Yueng, using Yuengling Lager (a Pennsylvania beer popular back East) and some sort of shot that's lit on fire and dropped into the beer. Silly drink, but I drank a lot of them that night.
At some point at the end of the night after everybody had left, I remember Chris asking me to help him move a table back to it's original place, and banging the table into the wall because I was so hammered. I vaguegly remember him saying I should go to bed and escorting me to my room, sitting me on my bed, and handing me a trash bag, the kind with the drawstring on it.
The next morning I awoke on the floor in a puddle of my own sick. Chris told me the rest of the story. After giving me the trash bag, he left me and closed the door. About ten minutes later, he felt the need to check on me, and good thing that he did, because when he opened the door he found me still sitting on the edge of my bed, leaning forward, and with the bag over my head and the drawstring pulled tight. I guess with the realization that I was going to get sick, my drunken mind figured if I did that I couldn't miss the bag.
I don't drink like I used too, but, I'm not Amish or a Muslim, so I do go out occasionally and get face down drunk, but, it never helps, since I'm still on this stinking planet in the morning. You like that story, Living Dead Girl, have one on me. :teddyr:
the best drinking stories are the ones I don't remember in the morning. Unless some dang fool had a camera.
You don't wanna know.
I don't even wanna know.
Fact is-I DONT know-and thats the scary part.
I started drinking when I was 12-all the farmers around me drank homemade wine and whiskey-all of old Russian,Polish and Norwegien stock-(me-Norway,ay)-all they do is work and drink. And it aint a party-it's a way of life.A HARD life-and ultimely-a hard death.
Im an alchoholic. Its not a party for me. It's just who I am.
And I dont celebrate it. I hate it.
But I can't stop. :drink: :bluesad:
I don't drink but I make exceptions sometimes. The other week my colleague at work had birthday, and he brought a few small bottles of Jägermeister. This was during night shift with only six people working, including me.
I had a few shots and it didn't take much for me to get a good buzz, which lasted about 1 1/2 hours.
Not a very exciting story but this was my first time drinking at work. Best job I ever had so far :cheers:
My best drinking story is when I drank enough to get a light buzz, then cut myself off.
I almost never drink (haven't touched any in years) but my family won't let go of a couple stories:
About 5 years or so ago at a Brew Festival in Portland I ran out of tokens (which buy a full glass [4 tokens] or a 'taste' [1 token]) and was pretty buzzed at this point. My brother asked me to help him finish his tokens. As I was well past the point of making good judgement on my own, I complied. It was hot out, I was tired, and the only thing I had eaten was a gyro. I was horribly f***ed up.. luckily we rode public transportation most of the way back (he drove the rest, and he hadn't had NEARLY as much as me). On the public transportation I ralfed ALL over myself and some on the train. Fortunately there was no official to bust me for defiling the transport. If you could only see the horrified looks I got.. which prompted my brother to take a video clip with his camera. Yuck.
Right around that Christmas or so we had a beer-tasting party at my folks' house. We picked up all sorts of beers at John's Market and brought them back. My sisters, their husbands (or husbands-to-be) and relatives all convened there and I got absolutely obliterated again. Also I had a plethora of greasy chicken wings. Not good with tons of booze in your system. I spent at least an hour in the bathroom, crapping in the can and ralfing on the floor. My parents weren't really proud of me but they didn't panic too much because I almost never get drunk. I met my older sister's husband-to-be for the first time in a rather bad state that night. He turned out to be a real douchebag (something my sisters both seem to attract) so I don't care that much.
Quote from: Jack on April 13, 2012, 06:34:45 AM
When I was in college some friends of mine had a lot of parties at their apartment. It wasn't a regular apartment, it was the second floor of a building, above a pawn shop. At one party we were having a weightlifting contest - you'd lift the barbell over your head and, since we were drunk, drop it on the floor from there. Come Monday morning, the guy who owned the pawn shop downstairs wasn't too happy as the plaster that used to be on his ceiling was now on his floor :teddyr:
They had another party where some guys drove in from out of town, but they couldn't find a parking spot. So they parked in a no parking zone, and then a group of them tore the no parking sign out of the sidewalk. It sat, with chunk of concrete still attached, in the bathroom for the rest of the night.
There was another party in a rock quarry. On the way there, some guys ran into a deer, and put the carcass in the back of their truck. Later on, the cops showed up at the party, and as they were talking to everyone, they got quite a ways away from their car. So the guys took the dead deer and put it in the back seat of the cop car, sitting there as if it were a person :smile:
Those stories bring back memories my 18 - 23 year old days.
:cheers:
For example the story about the deer reminds me about how once when me and one of my best friends were drunk at my home late at night together, and we felt we needed to be more drunk, so We walked up to the bottle shop near my home, (It was a warehouse full off alcohol!) Saw it was closed so we picked up a shop sign for the alcohol store. Caried it part off the way home, then just left the sign on the church door steps that was on the way home. Lenning against the door to welcome for sunday Preachings. :wink:
So I've been drinking this drink, it's called, you wouldn't believe it, water!
At a friends Halloween part in 2008 I was very thirsty so I had 6 glasses of punch. After I consumed the 6th glass the hostess informed me that there was an over the top about of alcohol in there that was over 150 proof. Highlights from the evening include my losing control of my cell phone on multiple occasions and seeing it hit the floor and needing help to get it back, literally breaking my friends white mirror stumbling out of the house, having 2 friends take me to my car after that and one of them driving me home as I intended to drink but not to that level of out of control. I stumbled up the driveway and knew I was much worse then I thought I was when it took me a dozen login attempts to get into Facebook. I puked my guts out that night and the following day.
As I said, I didn't intend on getting that messed up and if I knew that the punch was spiked and to what extent I never would have taken it. Strangely enough I had been there for a good hour or so before consuming the punch and neither the host or her husband said it was spiked, which is probably they were not angry at me in the least for breaking the mirrior.
Quote from: retrorussell on April 14, 2012, 08:58:50 PM
...I spent at least an hour in the bathroom, crapping in the can and ralfing on the floor. My parents weren't really proud of me but they didn't panic too much because I almost never get drunk. I met my older sister's husband-to-be for the first time in a rather bad state that night. He turned out to be a real douchebag (something my sisters both seem to attract) so I don't care that much.
:bouncegiggle: Douchebag. Douchebag, douchebag, douchebag. :smile: I'm not sure what it means. What does it mean? Douchebag. That
word never entered my vocabulary, though hulking toads or toadies, and internet trolls with bald heads, long hair, and poisoned mean spirits (they're usually fanged) often use it. Y'know bullies, and paranoid types. But I don't know what it means.
What's a douchebag? :question:
I have so many drunk stories that's hard to remember just one.
Almost every single friday I get off work, go to a bar and come home vomiting.
One day, the guys of my band led a brandy bottle to our rehearsal.
After 2 hours of rock'n'roll and alcohol, I was possessed.
I was in front of an sports academy cursing the bodybuilders. When them they gave up to hit someone who was so drunk, I started to call him cowards. I f**king lost my mind! I don't like these muscle freaks, but never swear at them sober. I have sense of self-preservation! We'd have no chance against them. Would be 6 UFC-guys against 3 skinny-drunk-rockers. My friends decided the case through diplomacy.
I was remorseful about 90% of the things my friends said I did. I stopped drinking for a while, but soon returned.
:cheers: :cheers: :cheers:
A lot off these stories invole people being so drunk. they forget only to be reminded my photo's or film off their drunkeness... Or an idiot who managed to remember.
I had an exsperience where everyone including me forgot. But no one filmed me, I was filming. My cometry was what gave people the impression I was very drunk... I go into the bathroom, after my friends run off into the night (the back yard) drunk and screaming. I go to the bathroom. And there is a cockrooch on the floor on it's back trying to get up, so it is spinning in circles! (Poor little diseased sucker!) So instead off crushing it or helping it. I zoomed in with my friends camera and started yelling "Break Dancing Cockrotch!!!" and kept zooming in and out making bet boxing sounds. The more it spun the more I kept going "It got the moves!! WHOOOO!!!!"
I forgot till I woke up and walked in my my friends viewing the evidence off my awesome drunkness! :D
Just thought I would mention that!
Also a girlfriend off mine decided she could fly. but fell off my balcony and broke my awesome outdoor tabble :-( I miss that tabble!!!! :bluesad:
That is enought stories.
Quote from: Living_Dead_Girl on April 17, 2012, 04:41:18 AM
I zoomed in with my friends camera and started yelling "Break Dancing Cockrotch!!!" and kept zooming in and out making bet boxing sounds. The more it spun the more I kept going "It got the moves!! WHOOOO!!!!"
:bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle:
You should put it on YT!
I couldn't tell you much of my drinking stories, especially over the past few years.
Tends to happen when you've got a bit of a tolerance and also include 'other activities' to your drinking time.
The fact I haven't yet ended up in a hospital is mind boggling and frankly, it's a bad state when most everyone I know nowadays isn't even 30 and all have been to rehab or the morgue. :buggedout:
Quote from: Allhallowsday on April 16, 2012, 12:48:58 AM
Quote from: retrorussell on April 14, 2012, 08:58:50 PM
...I spent at least an hour in the bathroom, crapping in the can and ralfing on the floor. My parents weren't really proud of me but they didn't panic too much because I almost never get drunk. I met my older sister's husband-to-be for the first time in a rather bad state that night. He turned out to be a real douchebag (something my sisters both seem to attract) so I don't care that much.
:bouncegiggle: Douchebag. Douchebag, douchebag, douchebag. :smile: I'm not sure what it means. What does it mean? Douchebag. That word never entered my vocabulary, though hulking toads or toadies, and internet trolls with bald heads, long hair, and poisoned mean spirits (they're usually fanged) often use it. Y'know bullies, and paranoid types. But I don't know what it means.
What's a douchebag? :question:
According to wiktionary:
Noun
douchebag (plural douchebags)
1. A sterile container which holds the fluid used for giving a vaginal douche.
2. (US, slang) A jerk; a mean or rude person; someone seen as being arrogant or obnoxious.
That douchebag ruined my shrimp cocktail. Why doesn't that guy get a job? He's a regular douchebag. *2006, Jeffrey Rowland, Overcompensating: Donald Trump Is a Gigantic
Douchebag JEFFREY:
Donald Trump is like some new species of douchebag that science hasn't discovered yet. Derived terms:
douchebaggery(slang) Blatant stupidity, ignorance, or insolence.
May I be of further assistance?
* One time (but not at band camp), we had a party at my friend Rich's house. We brought one of those round, plastic swimming pools for little kids into the kitchen and filled it up with various liquors, like a giant scorpion bowl. Then we stuck our faces in it and just sucked up the liquor. At one point, we decided it would be a good idea to sprinkle Little Friskies cat food into the pool. And we sucked that up too.
* One time we got drunk and peed in my friend's mother's clothes dryer.
* We had a tradition of doing "360s" in restrooms. A 360 is when you stand in front of a urinal and start to urinate. Then you spin around and continue to pee on the floor and walls. The goal is to see who can spin around the most times before their pee runs out. This was juvenile and disgusting, so we stopped doing it when we were around 30 years old.
Quote from: The Burgomaster on April 18, 2012, 03:37:05 PM
* We had a tradition of doing "360s" in restrooms. A 360 is when you stand in front of a urinal and start to urinate. Then you spin around and continue to pee on the floor and walls. The goal is to see who can spin around the most times before their pee runs out. This was juvenile and disgusting, so we stopped doing it when we were around 30 years old.
if I don't like the service of the place, I also do this.
I also have the habit of p**s in the washbasin, too lazy to get flushing.
:drink: :drink:
after some beers, it's just water, you know...
I once went to a stag party with some friends when I was 18. I should mention that at 18, I was quite into lifting weights and running, and tended to show off with feats of strength and such when I got drunk.
The stag was at a "rod and gun" club, which was pretty far out of the way. I started out with a few beers, then rye, then really whatever was handy, often doubles. Filled up on sandwiches full of summer sausage and onions and cheese. Never stopped drinking, so by the end of the night I was pretty sloshed. But I had even more in me than I'd figured. Turns out a friend of mine, who was tending bar, decided that last call was approaching, and there was a lot of open booze left. So, he was being extra generous with his friends. Three or four shots per drink generous.
This same friend also happened to be our DD, so we were all on our way home in his car. As the story goes, I told him to pull over so I could puke. Then I got out of the car and took off running across somebody's farm until I smacked into the front of the house. They dragged me back to the car and we continued... until I had to puke again. Then I tried to run, but underestimated the depth of the ditch (it was dark and the grass was long). From their point of view, it was like I'd disappeared down a trap door or something. On yet another stop (the guy loved his car, and would never chance someone actually puking in it), I got out, took off across a plowed field, tripped over a furrow and landed face-down in the dirt. To my knowledge, I still hadn't actually puked yet. Finally, just as we were turning onto my street, I asked to get out again and this time everything came up on the front steps of a church, just in time for Sunday morning.
My own memory is very sketchy for the period between last call and waking up on my still-made bed, fully clothed, covered in dirt and grass stains, and feeling very sore and hungover.
Quote from: retrorussell on April 14, 2012, 08:58:50 PM
I spent at least an hour in the bathroom, crapping in the can and ralfing on the floor.
:buggedout: :buggedout:
At least it wasn't the other way around. :twirl: :wink:
I don't drink anything much other than soft drinks, coffee, juice, etc but I do enjoy a beer (one) now and again.