you're out of the fuckin' club.What club?
Did you get date raped?Ha! I wish.
I had one bad drunken experience.Oh god. I was nowhere near that gone. :lol
Ecro and I had had a fight before we went to this party together, so I immediately head into the kitchen and begin drinking. Then my friend shows up and we're taking shot after shot and chasing this really cheap vodka with Blue Maui, and I got so sick. Ecro held my hair back while I puked and had to help me remove my pants to pee and everything. I was GONE.
I'll never drink that much again.
I had one bad drunken experience.
Ecro and I had had a fight before we went to this party together, so I immediately head into the kitchen and begin drinking. Then my friend shows up and we're taking shot after shot and chasing this really cheap vodka with Blue Maui, and I got so sick. Ecro held my hair back while I puked and had to help me remove my pants to pee and everything. I was GONE.
I'll never drink that much again.
I had one bad drunken experience.Oh god. I was nowhere near that gone. :lol
Ecro and I had had a fight before we went to this party together, so I immediately head into the kitchen and begin drinking. Then my friend shows up and we're taking shot after shot and chasing this really cheap vodka with Blue Maui, and I got so sick. Ecro held my hair back while I puked and had to help me remove my pants to pee and everything. I was GONE.
I'll never drink that much again.
sounds exactly like something that has happened to me before, except add in that i drunk dialed my mom. i have only had maybe 10 alcoholic drinks total since then, and that was years ago.
I don't like getting drunk. It makes me feel awful. Getting drunk is overrated. Only conformists get drunk!!
I don't like getting drunk. It makes me feel awful. Getting drunk is overrated. Only conformists get drunk!!
And non-conformists repeatedly see movies targeted at kids so they can lust at children.
DON'T YOU HATE ON WALL-E!!!
Where's my scotch? And I mean that metaphorically because the physical bottle is right here next to the keyboard. What I mean is "where is my scotch?" But metaphor-like.the only joy left to old men is making young people miserable
I guess I'll have to wait for the Distinguished Polish Fellows to show up, for some real drinking talk?
Have you every been on these drinking holidays too Rebiak (Beach Masters!) ? As you're dutch, you must have. I think every dutchie has been on one of those to Spain.
Bunch of pussies in here. I love drinking. :heart
It's like all the weaklings left the old world. Any American that drinks must have potent and strong European genes still.
Sounds like the Euros could hang with me, and TVC of previous years.
One of my more recent drunken escapades was at my friend's wedding, where at the party afterwards, I said "fuck" near the priest. My friends all tried to get me to shut up, at which point I exclaimed to the priest that fuck wasn't even a swear word, and continued to harass him, trying to get him to say it. Poor bastard.
With all the shit I've done, I'm amazed people invite me to anything anymore, but I assume it's in hopes I'll do something stupid enough to liven the place up.
some of my drunk stories are pretty :-\
Card Cheat, Muckhole and GilloD can be Europeans too.
some of my drunk stories are pretty :-\
I drink 5-8 Labatt Blues every night while playing video games/watching TV. I have not been to a bar in months.
I've been doing it for so long that I don't have any hangovers.
My palette craves the spring water from the mountains of Canada. I can't deny myself the joy.I drink 5-8 Labatt Blues every night while playing video games/watching TV. I have not been to a bar in months.
I've been doing it for so long that I don't have any hangovers.
lol, well maybe you should drink something other than swill
Sounds like the Euros could hang with me, and TVC of previous years.
Hey, I know you've slowed down in recent years, too!
Sounds like the Euros could hang with me, and TVC of previous years.
Hey, I know you've slowed down in recent years, too!
That's because of personal preference, tho. I still have the ability to drink like a pissed off Irishman.
Gillo: during the summer between senior year of high school and freshman year of college, my best friends and I were drinking and smoking dope when we decided that the funniest thing ever would be to institute a pink lawn flamingo relocation program. So we start driving around neighborhoods and stealing pink lawn flamingos and then taking them to really high end mansions and plunking them in the lawns. After a while we progressed to lawn gnomes and various other lawn statuary. We ended the evening stealing a bunch of construction equipment from a construction site. I woke up with four orange cones and a jackhammer in my room. Never did use the jackhammer for anything cool, it was fucking heavy as fuck.
Card Cheat, Muckhole and GilloD can be Europeans too.
Fuck yeah!
So here's a drunk story, it's called "The Night of a 1000 Milkshakes".
So one night we start drinking because we are young and invincible and generally like to be drunk. We sit around listening to the Beach Boys for awhile and then decide to go Karoeke. I should mention that this story takes place in Fuckall, Pennsylvania, population: HICKS. So karoeke is code for, "Listen to some fat blonde chick warble Garth Brooks". So, anyway, we go to this bar and we're already fuck drunk but then something magical happens.
This lady comes up to my friend Zack and she is WASTED. She asks him to get her a drink because she is SO WASTED the bartender won't serve her. Zack says okay and she hands him THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS. Zack tries to give it back but she's like "No, just get the drinks and gimmie change". So Zack waits in line for a bit and buys her a drink. When he gets back, she is GONE. The bouncer kicked her out and he said she just drove off. So now we're up 297 bucks. We buy drinks for fuckin' everybody. In the meantime, my friend Quinn is busy studding the karoeke queue with multiple performances of "Girl from Ipanema", but that comes later. I sit with a guy who is an honest to god character in a country song- Lost his job, lost his wife, lost his dog. Sucks.
Anyway, "Girl from Ipanema" keeps coming up because Quinn has been busy requesting it at odd moments. During these performances we each grab a mic and HOWL the lyrics, rolling around on the floor and beating each other up. The hicks are getting mad because we're not singing Toby Keith. So I decide to try the impossible.
I am not a man who is well balanced. I tip over standing up. But I decide that to conclude this performance of GfI I'm going to run, dive and tuck into a roll. So, I run, dive, land on a table, tip teh whole thing over and black out for a solid minute. Everyone thinks I'm dead, but I just get up. At this point we have to leave because between Zack's illcit money, my gymanistics and the fact that Quinnis trying to pick up MARRIED WOMEN, we're abotu to be the first white people to be lynched in like 100 years.
So my friend Tim who is not drunk drives us to a convience store. Zack gives me like 50bucks and I buy 30 milkshakes- They're these DIY shitty, pre made things. But I buy 30 and we spend the next 15 minutes pelting MY CAR with them because this is the funniest thing that has ever happened.
After this we head back into town and I convince this cute girl that we should have sex on someone's lawn. We do and it's like 2 AM, but I also have a harmonica that I insist on blowing everywhere I go. Thinking it is hilarious to have sex and play a harmonica, I do this until a hick leans out the window and says, "I will fucking shoot you" and he means it, so I steal his planter. At this point the girl is totally wigged out so she leaves me with the planter, but Quinn is suddenly reappeared and we set off with the planter.
The rest of this story is vague as hell because I went from like BLASTED to WASTED, but it ends like this: I wake up in my underwear sprawled out on the floor of my apartment surrounded by plants and dirt.
It was the most fun I ever had with my life.
Sounds like the Euros could hang with me, and TVC of previous years.
Hey, I know you've slowed down in recent years, too!
That's because of personal preference, tho. I still have the ability to drink like a pissed off Irishman.
Card Cheat, Muckhole and GilloD can be Europeans too.
Fuck yeah!
So here's a drunk story, it's called "The Night of a 1000 Milkshakes".
So one night we start drinking because we are young and invincible and generally like to be drunk. We sit around listening to the Beach Boys for awhile and then decide to go Karoeke. I should mention that this story takes place in Fuckall, Pennsylvania, population: HICKS. So karoeke is code for, "Listen to some fat blonde chick warble Garth Brooks". So, anyway, we go to this bar and we're already fuck drunk but then something magical happens.
This lady comes up to my friend Zack and she is WASTED. She asks him to get her a drink because she is SO WASTED the bartender won't serve her. Zack says okay and she hands him THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS. Zack tries to give it back but she's like "No, just get the drinks and gimmie change". So Zack waits in line for a bit and buys her a drink. When he gets back, she is GONE. The bouncer kicked her out and he said she just drove off. So now we're up 297 bucks. We buy drinks for fuckin' everybody. In the meantime, my friend Quinn is busy studding the karoeke queue with multiple performances of "Girl from Ipanema", but that comes later. I sit with a guy who is an honest to god character in a country song- Lost his job, lost his wife, lost his dog. Sucks.
Anyway, "Girl from Ipanema" keeps coming up because Quinn has been busy requesting it at odd moments. During these performances we each grab a mic and HOWL the lyrics, rolling around on the floor and beating each other up. The hicks are getting mad because we're not singing Toby Keith. So I decide to try the impossible.
I am not a man who is well balanced. I tip over standing up. But I decide that to conclude this performance of GfI I'm going to run, dive and tuck into a roll. So, I run, dive, land on a table, tip teh whole thing over and black out for a solid minute. Everyone thinks I'm dead, but I just get up. At this point we have to leave because between Zack's illcit money, my gymanistics and the fact that Quinnis trying to pick up MARRIED WOMEN, we're abotu to be the first white people to be lynched in like 100 years.
So my friend Tim who is not drunk drives us to a convience store. Zack gives me like 50bucks and I buy 30 milkshakes- They're these DIY shitty, pre made things. But I buy 30 and we spend the next 15 minutes pelting MY CAR with them because this is the funniest thing that has ever happened.
After this we head back into town and I convince this cute girl that we should have sex on someone's lawn. We do and it's like 2 AM, but I also have a harmonica that I insist on blowing everywhere I go. Thinking it is hilarious to have sex and play a harmonica, I do this until a hick leans out the window and says, "I will fucking shoot you" and he means it, so I steal his planter. At this point the girl is totally wigged out so she leaves me with the planter, but Quinn is suddenly reappeared and we set off with the planter.
The rest of this story is vague as hell because I went from like BLASTED to WASTED, but it ends like this: I wake up in my underwear sprawled out on the floor of my apartment surrounded by plants and dirt.
It was the most fun I ever had with my life.
I read this whole thing and just kept laughing. That's ace, man.
When I'm really drunk, I sleepwalk. There has been much merriment at my expense regarding that.
I like my alcohol, but I like it in moderation. I don't like not being in control of my body. :wagspoiler (click to show/hide)I'm too sexy for myself. :-*[close]