I just want to know today that i'm not the only one to do stupid things when I drink, i managed to walk to a nearby city last night and lost a shoe along the way also picking up a giant cookie that i found in my pocket this morning, what stupid things have you done due to inebriation?
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Too many. When I was 19 I woke up to find my hands all ripped up so I asked my friend what happened because I could not remember, apparently I was stumbling around and got into a fight...with a tree. I obviously lost. I once passed out on the front lawn of the building I was living in only to be awoken by a not so friendly policeman. One of the more stupider ones is my friend and I had ordered a bunch of beers before last call and we couldn't finish our last ones so we snuck em out in our inside coat pockets. As we were walking down the street drinking our beers a cop cruised up from behind so back into the inside pocket the beer went. He asked us for our ID and when I pulled out my wallet I dropped it. Being the drunken idiot I was at that state I bent over to pick it up and the beer started pouring out. I tried to just ignore the fact, retrieved my wallet and gave him my ID. The cop looked at it and radioed it in so we are standing there waiting and after he got the radio back he gave them back and told us we could go and to head straight home. As we were walking away he said "Oh, and pour out that beer mister." Doh!
On my 19th, I got high and drunk and laughed at an OPP, my friends got me out of that situation so I have no idea what happened. Then we were walking around and my friend lives behind a grave site and I managed to fall over a grave stone and just could NOT get back up since the entire world was spinning. I left my wallet and camera on the ground after I finally managed to get up. I somehow ended up on the other side of the small town and slept half in and half outside a tent, but woke up in my home city (an hour drive away).. apparently after my sober friend saw I was halfway in a tent and freezing cold he picked me up and drove me home and put me to bed.. Nice guy, too bad I was so gone I have no recollection of him doing it.
alas a forum like this isn't a forum that I can accurately describe my drunken escapades. I believe the only true proper way to retell those stories is over a pint or some other class of alcoholic beverage.
When I make it out to Cow-town, I'll be more than happy to oblige
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On my 19th, I got high and drunk and laughed at an OPP, my friends got me out of that situation so I have no idea what happened. Then we were walking around and my friend lives behind a grave site and I managed to fall over a grave stone and just could NOT get back up since the entire world was spinning. I left my wallet and camera on the ground after I finally managed to get up. I somehow ended up on the other side of the small town and slept half in and half outside a tent, but woke up in my home city (an hour drive away).. apparently after my sober friend saw I was halfway in a tent and freezing cold he picked me up and drove me home and put me to bed.. Nice guy, too bad I was so gone I have no recollection of him doing it.
grabbed a friends bike and headed down the hill, of course the bike had no brakes and i had no shoes on so i had to stop Fred Flinstone style. Feet were a little tender after that one.
Besides the requisite drunked brawls, punching a friend out one late night because he was standing between me and a girl that was way out of my league, and then having to apologize the next day. Declaring my love outside of the window of my girlfriends house at three in the morning only to find out that she had gone away for the weekend and her parents were home.
Two words, drunk tank.
five words She was hotter last night.
The 26'er challenge the night before I started school where I ended up falling down a flight of stairs, and getting my stomach pumped.
waking out passed out on my neighbours hammock in the backyard wearing only my underwear.
Going to the bar the night before I had to defend my termpaper in front of three profs instead of spending that night preparing. Then an angry unshaven, hungover CaptainCrunch snapping at a professor "What the hell do you know, you've never had a real job"
There are too many stories and its one reason shy I don't drink anymore.
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I was plastered at the bar where I was working at the time. (It was my day off, but never good form.) I was being given water in beer bottles for the last hour of the night, and didn't even notice. I grabbed my female friends rear as we were dancing, and got slapped in front of everyone. I passed out behind one of the mini-bars on the side of the dance floor, and my "buddies" proceeded to throw those snap and pop firecrackers at me until the bar closed down. I woke up in the back of my buddies Dodge Durango at about noon, in July, in south Louisiana. 94 degrees with 90+% humidity. Not pleasant.
A buddy and I went to see the Black Crowes at the local Blues Festival two summers ago. We were ordering Crown and Seven's six at a time. By the time the Crowes took the stage, I was tuned enough to be making out with an old girlfriend I found there, I punched some random guy standing next to me, lost my $100+ sunglasses, and had to call my wife at 3am to come pick me up. She shows up, 8 month old daughter in the car seat, and takes me home after dropping off one of my co-workers from a former job that she has never met.
I had to be at work at 7:30 that morning, and the first thing we do is fire training in our burn building for a couple of hours. After about an hour of that, it was the first and only time I've had to pull myself out of training.
I haven't had more than one liquor drink at a sitting since then.
( My buddy did not fare much better, he slept in an alley that night, and showed up at his house around 7am.)
I was plastered at the bar where I was working at the time. (It was my day off, but never good form.) I was being given water in beer bottles for the last hour of the night, and didn't even notice. I grabbed my female friends rear as we were dancing, and got slapped in front of everyone. I passed out behind one of the mini-bars on the side of the dance floor, and my "buddies" proceeded to throw those snap and pop firecrackers at me until the bar closed down. I woke up in the back of my buddies Dodge Durango at about noon, in July, in south Louisiana. 94 degrees with 90+% humidity. Not pleasant.
A buddy and I went to see the Black Crowes at the local Blues Festival two summers ago. We were ordering Crown and Seven's six at a time. By the time the Crowes took the stage, I was tuned enough to be making out with an old girlfriend I found there, I punched some random guy standing next to me, lost my $100+ sunglasses, and had to call my wife at 3am to come pick me up. She shows up, 8 month old daughter in the car seat, and takes me home after dropping off one of my co-workers from a former job that she has never met.
I had to be at work at 7:30 that morning, and the first thing we do is fire training in our burn building for a couple of hours. After about an hour of that, it was the first and only time I've had to pull myself out of training.
I haven't had more than one liquor drink at a sitting since then.
( My buddy did not fare much better, he slept in an alley that night, and showed up at his house around 7am.)
Did your wife find out you were making out with your ex?
One time while I was puking in my toilet I decided it would be a good idea to take a bath after I was finished puking. So while I was puking I ran the bath water. I woke up passed out leaning on the toilet 4 hours later with a flooded bathroom and bedroom.
I got shattered one night, and entered a bachelor auction. Halfway through my sell off I ripped off all my clothes, exposing a leopard print dikini I had procured somewhere earlier in the evening. I was upstaged a little later on however, when my buddy came out on stage wearing nothing but a g-string, cowboy boots, one of those stupid kids cowboy hats with a whistle, and 2 cap guns. He found lube somewhere, so he was all shiny, walking around the stage, shooting ladies with his "guns".
The rest of my stories are pretty much illegal, so there's no way I'm posting them....
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