THE BORE
General => The Superdeep Borehole => Topic started by: Eel O'Brian on December 31, 2009, 11:07:00 PM
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I watched the fireworks in downtown Wilmington, then went to a friend's party (which pretty much turned into a block party) where her drug-dealing boyfriend and his sketchy remoras were committing a bunch of federal crimes right on their front porch, so to avoid possible incarceration she and I walked around downtown for hours by ourselves and watched all the craziness of The Willenium. It was a wonderful evening.
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balls deep in phoenix dark's mama's cornhole
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I was probably playing Pokemon while listening through the door as Prole diddled my mama's dunghole
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(http://www.ladder-ball.com/Blue/images/cornhole1.jpg)
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i was gonna post this at gaf but every time i make a thread there a dozen different assholes post "old"
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i forgot that most of you were zygotes in 1999
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1999, I was dating the girl I dated the longest (bit over 3 years), was at her parents house, played Scrabble with her (she won - she always won), watched the ball drop on TV, remembered just being really happy. what happened.
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i can't remember, actually; i was probably playing videogames, watching a movie, or ejaculating
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I was at a house party in Athens, eating all the drugs. ALL THE DRUGS. If the world ended, I wanted to make sure I was high as fuck.
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1999, I was dating the girl I dated the longest (bit over 3 years), was at her parents house, played Scrabble with her (she won - she always won), watched the ball drop on TV, remembered just being really happy. what happened.
ten years happened :(
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Watching the fireworks from the top floor of a hotel on the Gold Coast while my dad watched fat men dance on mtv
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At this moment, I was on highway 880 from Berkeley to San Jose. One hour on one of the busiest highways in the Bay Area and I saw total of 4-5 cars because of the Y2K scare. It was hilarious.
I waS also very disappointed after the countdown since the 15 minute fireworks show only lasted 10 minutes.
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I think I was LOL-festing at what an anticlimax the Y2K bug was for the world, LOLing at the christianists being wrong again about the end of the world, and dealing with my first New Years as a father. Pretty good: my win, all around.
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I was in the basement, cuddled around the teevee with my family wondering whether the world would end. I didn't believe the nonsense, but that didn't stop me from using my shoveling money on bans of Chef Boyardee
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Spent New Years at home with my family watching fireworks across the Bay Area from our balcony.
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1999, discovering how to masturbate
2009, still feels good man
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COSI
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Drunk in some house. There was a fat chick that wanted to sleep with me.
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did ya?
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most likely playing armored core master of arena on my ps1
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I may have been at a billiards house getting my ass kicked at darts by co-workers
Or I may have been at my apartment hanging outside with other drunken apartment goers, but not drunk myself.
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House party at my house. It was as the kids say, off the hook.
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wrong thread
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I was sitting on the tarmac of the airport I worked at waiting for any planes that might fall out of the sky because of the Y2K bug.
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Something none of you will ever experience. :lol
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DVDA?
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Something none of you will ever experience. :lol
Sorry I don't have a hymen to tear, princess.
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some brat in middle school
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Something none of you will ever experience. :lol
Sorry I don't have a hymen to tear, princess.
Well, you can always pretend... :-*
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Something none of you will ever experience. :lol
(http://images.encyclopediadramatica.com/images/0/06/Centipedes.jpg)
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I want to say I was at home alone, probably playing SNK Vs. Capcom MOTM on the Neo-Geo Pocket Color. Most of the years I worked retail, I didn't do shit during winter holidays since I was too damn tired and/or bitter to want to go out.
EDIT: I remember now-- was at a friend's house, and the two of us just sat there playing video games, feeling like total losers. :lol :'(
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In my living room sipping sparkling grape juice with my family. Just like this year.
Kind of boring, I guess, but at least it's consistent.
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Jack nothing, same as every year.
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Jack nothing, same as every year.
Be honest Joe.
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getting new years kisses from my future wife in the snow. :-*
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in puerto rico listening to guns getting shot off
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in florida at a phish show and on lots of drugs.
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With a girl in a log cabin isolated in the snowy mountains :o
not getting action :yuck
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I think I was LOL-festing at what an anticlimax the Y2K bug was for the world, LOLing at the christianists being wrong again about the end of the world, and dealing with my first New Years as a father. Pretty good: my win, all around.
haha - i was at home (our old place, which is a 2 min walk from where I live now) boozing and playing Quake 2 and Unreal Tournament online waiting for Y2K to hit. There was much lol'ing at the non-event. Then we resumed shooting each other.
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I want to say I was at home alone, probably playing SNK Vs. Capcom MOTM on the Neo-Geo Pocket Color. Most of the years I worked retail, I didn't do shit during winter holidays since I was too damn tired and/or bitter to want to go out.
EDIT: I remember now-- was at a friend's house, and the two of us just sat there playing video games, feeling like total losers. :lol :'(
As opposed to last night, where you're married to a beautiful woman, surrounded by family, and still stayed home playing video games? ;)
I think I was LOL-festing at what an anticlimax the Y2K bug was for the world, LOLing at the christianists being wrong again about the end of the world, and dealing with my first New Years as a father. Pretty good: my win, all around.
haha - i was at home (our old place, which is a 2 min walk from where I live now) boozing and playing Quake 2 and Unreal Tournament online waiting for Y2K to hit. There was much lol'ing at the non-event. Then we resumed shooting each other.
Epic. I should add that I spent most of the first day of the year playing Assassin's Creed 2 and sadly do not feel it was a waste. Also: O-sechi Ryouri is supah tasty.
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I was 12, so I was probably playing whatever video game 12 year olds were playing in 1999.
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lan patrying to welcome in 2000 with Q3 and UT99
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lan patrying to welcome in 2000 with Q3 and UT99
haha - i was more old-school than YOUR old-school
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lan patrying to welcome in 2000 with Q3 and UT99
haha - i was more old-school than YOUR old-school
there might have been some starcraft or age of empires in there
lan gaming in the new year :rock
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Age of Empires...wow. When I taught English at a junior college, I set up an 8 person LAN in the computer room to play that. Pentium II 233mhz :rock
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The same thing I did as the last decade ended: dicking around on the forums.
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New Years Eve 1999 I was at a house party...nothing too special about it. However 14 years ago on New Years Day I woke up naked with a rope around my waist tied to another guy. Now that was a fucking morning after that I'll never forget.
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New Years Eve 1999 I was at a house party...nothing too special about it. However 14 years ago on New Years Day I woke up naked with a rope around my waist tied to another guy. Now that was a fucking morning after that I'll never forget.
holy shit :rofl
the question is: do you remember the night before?
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had my final legal exam on 1/6/2000, so went to bed early and was learning like mad.
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Well my friends Packy, Bear, Roach (I'm serious), and I started drinking right when we woke up New Years Eve. It began with beer, probably about a case or so, but then moved on to hard liquor as the day went on. We were going to a big party that night so we just wanted to get a head start, you know? Well needless to say by the time we left that evening we were all blizted out of our fucking minds. I remember getting to the party, smoking a bowl, and walking around a bit but I have no recollection of the last 3 hours I was conscience so all I have to go by is what people told me. Evidently I took off my pants within the first half hour I was there so I was walking around in my tighty whiteys. I started shouting quotes from Jim Morrision (why I have no idea...I hate The Doors), daring people to throw bottles at me, and kept cornering a guy named Geno telling him that I wanted to piss in his eye. Again, no recollection of this whatsoever. Well just around the time everyone was counting down to midnight, Bear propped me up so I could join in the festivites and as soon as it hit midnight I vomited all over the girl next to me and onto the stereo. I then collapsed on the floor passed out but still puking all over the carpet.
Well the initial thought was to call for an ambulance because they thought I had alcohol posioning but there were a ton of underage people at the party and they didn't want to get in trouble so they reconsidered and since no one was in any shape to drive me anywhere they were at a distinguished mentally-challenged standstill. Then a guy I barely knew, George the hippie Waterman, had a brilliant idea. He was going to take me back in one of the bedrooms and tie a rope around my waist and then tie the other end to himself so that if I started having convulsions during the night, it'd wake him up so he could....well, I'm still not exactly sure what the fuck he would've done. Anyway, my pants were long since gone and the remaining clothes I did have were covered in a rank smelling vomit so they were thrown away so they took off everything I had on and tied that fucking rope around me. Needless to say the next morning was a complete fucking shock. Nothing like waking up completely naked tied to another naked guy. Yep, George was in the buff as well. When I asked why he took off his clothes too, he said that's how he always sleeps.
Worst morning ever.
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:lol
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:rofl Did you ever get to piss in Geno's eye?
And how long was this rope? Just asking informative questions. :-*
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I'm pretty sure I didn't piss in his eye....at least no one said I did. lol
And that rope was probably about 3 or 4 feet long at most. Very close quarters.
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Couple of guys and myself went to Baltimore, specifically "the strip" where all the topless bars were and got piss drunk. We though the world was ending that night when the only thing that ended was a once-in-a-lifetime decade of legal and societal immunity.
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i was dating a girl whose best friend's husband was a cop in dc. we went to her house as she obsessively watched live tv absolutely convinced that y2k was going to happen and a darkie uprising was going to kill them all.
attempts to do anything which didn't involve them watching TV was vetoed.
it absofuckinglutely sucked and was boring as hell
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Well my friends Packy, Bear, Roach (I'm serious), and I started drinking right when we woke up New Years Eve. It began with beer, probably about a case or so, but then moved on to hard liquor as the day went on. We were going to a big party that night so we just wanted to get a head start, you know? Well needless to say by the time we left that evening we were all blizted out of our fucking minds. I remember getting to the party, smoking a bowl, and walking around a bit but I have no recollection of the last 3 hours I was conscience so all I have to go by is what people told me. Evidently I took off my pants within the first half hour I was there so I was walking around in my tighty whiteys. I started shouting quotes from Jim Morrision (why I have no idea...I hate The Doors), daring people to throw bottles at me, and kept cornering a guy named Geno telling him that I wanted to piss in his eye. Again, no recollection of this whatsoever. Well just around the time everyone was counting down to midnight, Bear propped me up so I could join in the festivites and as soon as it hit midnight I vomited all over the girl next to me and onto the stereo. I then collapsed on the floor passed out but still puking all over the carpet.
Well the initial thought was to call for an ambulance because they thought I had alcohol posioning but there were a ton of underage people at the party and they didn't want to get in trouble so they reconsidered and since no one was in any shape to drive me anywhere they were at a distinguished mentally-challenged standstill. Then a guy I barely knew, George the hippie Waterman, had a brilliant idea. He was going to take me back in one of the bedrooms and tie a rope around my waist and then tie the other end to himself so that if I started having convulsions during the night, it'd wake him up so he could....well, I'm still not exactly sure what the fuck he would've done. Anyway, my pants were long since gone and the remaining clothes I did have were covered in a rank smelling vomit so they were thrown away so they took off everything I had on and tied that fucking rope around me. Needless to say the next morning was a complete fucking shock. Nothing like waking up completely naked tied to another naked guy. Yep, George was in the buff as well. When I asked why he took off his clothes too, he said that's how he always sleeps.
Worst morning ever.
:bow HSMP :bow2
George is the new God in my world. Get him here so we can Icon him forthwith.
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:rofl Hitler
Mine was spent at a bar (if I'm getting my years correct) where I got suitably shitfaced. I only vaguely remember being dragged out of the bar at closing time, someone had grabbed my belt from behind and was using it to drag my ass out, 'cause I wouldn't leave.
I figured I'd escaped making an idiot out of myself for the most part, until going back to the bar the next weekend, and having multiple complete strangers coming up to me and telling me wide-eyed about the "awesome photos they got" of me that night. I avoided that place for a while after. Never did find out what the pics were of, either.
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Well my friends Packy, Bear, Roach (I'm serious), and I started drinking right when we woke up New Years Eve. It began with beer, probably about a case or so, but then moved on to hard liquor as the day went on. We were going to a big party that night so we just wanted to get a head start, you know? Well needless to say by the time we left that evening we were all blizted out of our fucking minds. I remember getting to the party, smoking a bowl, and walking around a bit but I have no recollection of the last 3 hours I was conscience so all I have to go by is what people told me. Evidently I took off my pants within the first half hour I was there so I was walking around in my tighty whiteys. I started shouting quotes from Jim Morrision (why I have no idea...I hate The Doors), daring people to throw bottles at me, and kept cornering a guy named Geno telling him that I wanted to piss in his eye. Again, no recollection of this whatsoever. Well just around the time everyone was counting down to midnight, Bear propped me up so I could join in the festivites and as soon as it hit midnight I vomited all over the girl next to me and onto the stereo. I then collapsed on the floor passed out but still puking all over the carpet.
Well the initial thought was to call for an ambulance because they thought I had alcohol posioning but there were a ton of underage people at the party and they didn't want to get in trouble so they reconsidered and since no one was in any shape to drive me anywhere they were at a distinguished mentally-challenged standstill. Then a guy I barely knew, George the hippie Waterman, had a brilliant idea. He was going to take me back in one of the bedrooms and tie a rope around my waist and then tie the other end to himself so that if I started having convulsions during the night, it'd wake him up so he could....well, I'm still not exactly sure what the fuck he would've done. Anyway, my pants were long since gone and the remaining clothes I did have were covered in a rank smelling vomit so they were thrown away so they took off everything I had on and tied that fucking rope around me. Needless to say the next morning was a complete fucking shock. Nothing like waking up completely naked tied to another naked guy. Yep, George was in the buff as well. When I asked why he took off his clothes too, he said that's how he always sleeps.
Worst morning ever.
:lol
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That story is amazing, Hitler.
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at home drinking grape juice watching the NICK 2000 countdown where you heard all the kids talk about the new Willennium
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At my friend's house, just chilling with a few other of my friends, watching Twilight Zone marathon, playing board games, and waiting for the ball to drop. Nothing too exciting.
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partying with my neighbors. at that time i lived in a house that was sectioned off into 4 apartments and was right next to a bar.
nothing special happened.
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got any cool war stories?
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i'm pretty sure i was in the bathroom trying to align my orgasm with the arrival of the new year. i failed by a few minutes :-*
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Long version of my 99-00 NYE story:
My college buddies and I were having a house party. This was back in the day when ecstasy was SUPER HUGE in Athens, GA. There were two other parties down the street from us who ended up basically converging on our party because I guess they knew people who were at our place that knew we'd have a shitload of drugs walking in and out of the place. Since we all planned on getting Raoul Duke levels of fucked up, we made sure we had everything planned perfectly- one roomie had a pa system and turntables, we had some dj friends coming over to spin drum & bass and breaks, and we got like five kegs since we all planned on being up for at least 36 hours and the beer would stay cold in the back yard until we needed it.
So of course one of the djs didn't show, and one of the other ones got so fucked up he passed out in our hallway bathtub before he was supposed to go on. After a while, the other two djs there got tired of/too fucked up to spin records any more. I was semi-decent when I was sober but couldn't beat match for shit when I was fucked up on anything... and that night I was stoned, tripping on mescaline and had eaten a couple of pills of ecstasy in addition to being continually and properly drunk. Somehow it was decided that I was in the most able state to play records for probably around 80 something people wandering in and out of the house who needed to hear good music to keep their roll going strong.
And I'll be damned if somehow that precise concoction of drugs wasn't absolutely PERFECT to enable me to beat match flawlessly somehow. I played for about 3 hours and went through my entire d&b record collection, and by then the sun was coming up anyhow and all of us who lived in the house wanted all these weird fucking party crashers that we didn't know to leave so we could come down peacefully. Also, we had some really, REALLY good weed that we didn't want to share with these fucking moochers. So one of my roommates dug out his childhood record collection and played breakbeats matched with shit like Puff the Magic Dragon and Smurfs vinyl and we shooed the weird fuckers out of our house so we could keep drinking and smoke some good dope.
I suppose this is why I don't really feel the urge to do drugs anymore... I figure the fact that I got through those years and can still even spell correctly is a sign that I probably shouldn't push it, since it's likely that I only have about 3 brain cells holding some necessary part of my brain together somewhere.
Oh, cool side note- that night was the only time that my cruddy djing skills (such as they were) ever got me laid.
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Drunk in some house. There was a fat chick that wanted to sleep with me.
This, exactly.
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I was bartending in Cleveland. It was a shitty weather night + Y2k and I only made about 120 dollars in tips. Usual tips on a busy night were 200-280.
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My wife and I just got engaged 10 days before NYE that year, so I was just hanging out with her pregnant self. My oldest is turning 10 this year. :'(
A much younger Dick Clark could still do a good job. He was alive back then.
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I remember EXACTLY what I was doing and I was playing Everquest.
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At a friend's house. It was pretty uneventful, but one of my good friends brought her college roommate along. I ended up marrying that college roommate seven years later. :heartbeat
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At a friend's house. It was pretty uneventful, but one of my good friends brought her college roommate along. I ended up marrying that college roommate seven years later. :heartbeat
Does your wife know?!
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At a friend's house. It was pretty uneventful, but one of my good friends brought her college roommate along. I ended up marrying that college roommate seven years later. :heartbeat
Does your wife know?!
:shh
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At a friend's house. It was pretty uneventful, but one of my good friends brought her college roommate along. I ended up marrying that college roommate seven years later. :heartbeat
Massachusetts wedding?
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Long version of my 99-00 NYE story:
My college buddies and I were having a house party. This was back in the day when ecstasy was SUPER HUGE in Athens, GA. There were two other parties down the street from us who ended up basically converging on our party because I guess they knew people who were at our place that knew we'd have a shitload of drugs walking in and out of the place. Since we all planned on getting Raoul Duke levels of fucked up, we made sure we had everything planned perfectly- one roomie had a pa system and turntables, we had some dj friends coming over to spin drum & bass and breaks, and we got like five kegs since we all planned on being up for at least 36 hours and the beer would stay cold in the back yard until we needed it.
So of course one of the djs didn't show, and one of the other ones got so fucked up he passed out in our hallway bathtub before he was supposed to go on. After a while, the other two djs there got tired of/too fucked up to spin records any more. I was semi-decent when I was sober but couldn't beat match for shit when I was fucked up on anything... and that night I was stoned, tripping on mescaline and had eaten a couple of pills of ecstasy in addition to being continually and properly drunk. Somehow it was decided that I was in the most able state to play records for probably around 80 something people wandering in and out of the house who needed to hear good music to keep their roll going strong.
And I'll be damned if somehow that precise concoction of drugs wasn't absolutely PERFECT to enable me to beat match flawlessly somehow. I played for about 3 hours and went through my entire d&b record collection, and by then the sun was coming up anyhow and all of us who lived in the house wanted all these weird fucking party crashers that we didn't know to leave so we could come down peacefully. Also, we had some really, REALLY good weed that we didn't want to share with these fucking moochers. So one of my roommates dug out his childhood record collection and played breakbeats matched with shit like Puff the Magic Dragon and Smurfs vinyl and we shooed the weird fuckers out of our house so we could keep drinking and smoke some good dope.
I suppose this is why I don't really feel the urge to do drugs anymore... I figure the fact that I got through those years and can still even spell correctly is a sign that I probably shouldn't push it, since it's likely that I only have about 3 brain cells holding some necessary part of my brain together somewhere.
Oh, cool side note- that night was the only time that my cruddy djing skills (such as they were) ever got me laid.
I knew you were my hero for some reason.
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Doin your dad.
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naked, vomiting, tied with rope to another man story.
This should be a Mortal Kombat FATALITY move. Holy shit.