This might be my last topic on drinking. My god, you would almost think I was a total alcoholic! Well like many others, I went through the drinking stage in my younger years...

Ok aside from the underage bar hopping thread I started, how about this...

What is the stupidest or most embarrassing thing you ever did (or if you don't remember, what you were told about later) after you got tanked?

I'm sure some people did something so stupid or flat out embarrassing you won't tell, so at least give some true story! Or perhaps what a friend or relative did when they were hammered.

For me.... I would probably say my biggest problem during the mid 90's is that I was drinking HEAVY (as in a half rack a day, which equates to 12 bottles) and I would log in to bulletin boards (the forerunner of internet message boards) and send messages that I would forget I sent, or in some cases, break into chat with a user and have NO CLUE about it the next day.

I got a call one day from some guy in Missouri who called and asked about a message I wrote him. He couldn't undestand it. I told him I was EXTREMELY tired last night and wasn't coherent enough to make sense. Translation: BLISTERING DRUNK!

Glad I stopped drinking that heavy a long time ago....

So....any horror stories from you guys?

:o God....if anyone reads this....my cover is totally blown! :lol:

Okkkkkk........ I was seeing a guy from another town when I heard that he was seeing someone else. We put a plan into action. One night...me and several other girlfriends loaded up the car with booze and took a little trip so I could give him a good piece of my mind. I don't actually remember what was said to him (the town was 40 miles away and by the time we got there, I had a few in me...told you I was po'd) On the way back home....I had to pee. We pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned club. It was winter time so we kept the car running. :o Here it comes! I was outside peeing and my friends kept pulling the car up like an inch at a time...I had to keep "wadding" sideways....then one of them reved up the car and said, "Here comes a cop!!" (or something like that)....and moved the car several feet....I thought they were taking off so I started running......didn't remember that I still had my pants down! I fell flat on my face (and my arse)....broke my glasses, chipped a tooth, cut my lip (mom took me to the ER for stitches with me drunk.....ohhh boyyy...that was fun). I can't live it down, even to this day.....I even have a scar above my lip in the shape of a perfect "M"........the guy's initial. A constant reminder.

Ok.....I've told me story....now, everyone tell their's so mine can get lost in the many, many pages of embarrassing stories.

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This was truly......an em-bare ass-ing story :hammer:

I only ever got really drunk a couple of times when I was in my late teens, early 20s. I was always able to remember everything I did and could handle my liquor quite well.

There was only one time where things got really out of hand and I lost about 2 hours out of my life! :lol: Some friends and I had been switching between beer and straight whiskey and decided to go out. I was already pretty wasted and I accidentally clouted one of my friends across the face! He wasn't too happy about that! Well we decided that we were all too wasted to go anywhere so we returned home where I decided to collapse into a bush. Just felt like doing it! Shortly after I went inside and puked in the toilet. About then I sat down on the floor and relaxed for a few minutes then went to bed.

Or so I thought. My flatmate told me the following day that I had been on the floor of the toilet for two hours!! :eek: :laugh:

There is so many !!
1) got into some bad fights
2) woke up naked in someones house.. and saw pictures of me stripping
3) slept with a ugly man,, and my friends new about it

Gee Milani, who hasn't at least slept with one ugly person in their life, well...that they're willing to admit! :)

My most embarrassing moment while drunk is when I got kicked out of a titty bar! Four friends and I were taking a friend to celebrate his birthday at a club called "Bottoms Up", well as the night progressed and my dollars slipped into g-strings, needless to say I was feelin' good!! Suddenly, this one dancer comes out, and OMG! She looked bad, she had great breasts and that's why she was hired, I'm sure, but she had a belly hangin' over her little tutu she wore! It was bad. Anyways, one of my friends leans over to me and says, "Do you remember 'Fantasia' and those dancin' hippo's....", that was it, I lost it, pissed my pants! I was soon escorted to the door, I wouldn't stop laughing! Geez, now I'm not proud of this, but hell I was out of control that night!!

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OMG Trixter....I'm never going to be able to watch Fantasia with my kids again!!!!!! You've scarred me for life! That was just too funny!:lol:

I was 21, and I had just been "dumped" by my boyfriend. (At least, that's what I figured, because he never called me back or anything, just disappeared!!) Well, I was really bummed out, and so my three friends took me out drinking. We got all dolled up. I was in a little leather mini with a bustier on, with some sort of heel thing going on.

We got to the club, and I had slammed about 4 Long Island iced teas, right with my one friend. Then, we noticed this one guy dancing out towards the tables and chairs on the dance floor. So, of course, they all dared me to dance with him. So, I flicked off my heels, and shimmied on over to him, and began running my hands up and down the sides of his body. This went on for a few minutes, (at least that's what they tell me...), when one friend drags me from the dance floor and to the ladies room. She informed me that the guy I was dancing on was dancing for his fiance!! (Can we all say "oooops!!!!") So, next thing I know, she barges in, calling me a ho and such. So, I go and punch her in her face, breaking her nose. Needless to say, the four of us got out of there quite quickly!!

Next.....a couple hours later......

We arrive back at my friends house. At this time, she lived next door to my ex. We got out of the car, and I go RUNNING up the driveway to my ex's house, screaming his name at the top of my lungs and saying I love him!!! My friend grabs me by my hair to stop me, and I fall back on my ass....which she proceeds to drag me back to her house on. Once inside her house, she makes me call my 'rents, (since I was still living at home at that time), and I do this. My dad answered and all I could say was "I love you, Dad, I am so sorry" over and over again in that great drunken slur.


There's another story about the flats and my car on a tree stump, but that's for later, after a few more contributions!!!:licky:

Me and my girlfriend had just left this party center(it was her brother in laws birthday bash)needless to say we were obliterated,we were having a great time,until we walked outside and the cold air hit,then it was instant fight(we still don't know why we started fighting)anyway,we were in each others face,yelling at each other,then out of nowhere she head buts me and stumbles away,evidently(I was told the next day by another person leaving the party)I didn't see her walk away and proceded to stumble around the parking lot bitching her out(even though she was already in the car)after about 10 minutes of this I guess I just passed out on my feet and face planted into the pavement,laid there motionless for about 5 minutes,got up,brushed myself off and continued my ranting,meanwhile my girlfriend had lost her keys(we still don't know where)and couldn't start the car(even though she had them to unlock it)So I,being the man I am,decided to go search for them in the sourrounding neiborhood back yards(still bitching at the top of my lungs,I might add)someone ended up calling the cops and they showed up,told us if we attempt to drive home we were going to jail(I still don't know why they didn't bust me for public intox)By this time all the other people had left the party and we didn't have any keys so we had to spend the night in the car(it was about 20 degrees)
The next morning,we finally got ahold of someone to come and get us.I had a broken nose and a sprained ankle(from the face plant I guess)and a very vague memory of the nights events.It took til later that day for me to hear about exactly what had happened.

and the moral of this story is.......
2 bottles of Rum,a bottle of Yager,and several 6 packs is not condusive to a healthy night of fun.

Holy $h---....I don't feel so bad now!

Man cultleader, it sounds you were were ROYALLY F----- UP!!!

That kind of overshadows my worst episodes! :lol:

Well 3 times come to mine over the years:
Once my friends and I were partying on the beach.On the way back to the hotel room I got pissed about something and punched a newspaper machine into the street..RIGHT IN FRONT OF A PARKED COP!He gave me a warning .I got lucky that night!
Speaking of getting lucky I got plastered one night and picked up a professional woman body builder .(Sort of like Jon Ritter in "Skin Deep") During our lovemaking I started to panic because of her somewhat flatten breasts and muscularity so I asked her "Did you use to be a guy?" Boy that 'll kill the mood! She decided to leave(What? Why?) but she wasn't to mad thank god she probably could have kicked my ass!
Speaking of my ass the third time was when I stumbled over to my then girlfriend's apartment told her to get into bed and that I was going to f... her brains out!" The next day her girlfriend came over and after talking a while she said "You've got a nice ass"
She and my girlfriend began laughing histerically. When I asked what was so funny? They told me I passed out on top of her and she had to call her girlfriend to pull me off of her! Now that was
emBARE ASSing!


COOL BREEZE

"Never pet a burning dog!"

The most stupidest thing and embarassing thing all happened at the same night. I threw a bottle through my cousins window and I threw up all over his brand new shag carpeting.

...to be honest with you, I don't drink all that often...but when I do get a little tipsy, I'm known to do "unusual" things, such as walking into a wall SEVEN times, and falling on top of a pool table in a drunken stupor.

Isn't is great to be NINETEEN in Canada??? :lol:

My worst drunk was for my 21st birthday.

I had a gallon of Vodka, a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, bottle of tequila, a bottle of Amarhetto and a 12 pack of Bud.

I drank ALL of that in 45 minutes.

I made screw drivers of Vodka and Orange Mad Dog.

Went downtown, fell in front of a bus. My friends got me up before i got killed.
Passed out in the car on the way home.
Threw up in front of twenty people getting off a bus.

They forced me to go to work that night. (We all worked together). They had a party for me at work. I crawled into an empty office and passed out.

After work...

We went to the bar.

Told people who came to wish me happy Birthday... "Get out! I hate you!!"

Had one other time, me and two friends drank two gallons of Ever Clear mixed with Lemon cool-aid, while smoking a dime bag of weed.

I remember getting into my car....

I remember waking up in the drive way...

Nothing in between.

My mom yells out for me to wake up, and I had locked myself in the car. I fall out of the car, stagger to the door and she asks...

"Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay, I'm ****ed up, mom!!"

I fall into bed face first and start throwing up everywhere!!

Next day I wake up in it, and have to clean it all up with a hangover.

I got TONS more!

Thank God I quit drinking!


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My party days started when I was like 12. I don't even remember all the stupid things I've done when I was drunk (or otherwise ;) ), thank God.
I do remember slamming down a couple of Texas Teas (what is a Long Island Iced Tea?) and getting in a fight on the dance floor because I kept telling everyone to move out of my way. Hey, I wanted room to dance!!
At a New Years' Eve party, I had passed out in the back seat of a friend' s car. Somebody brought me inside but I left my glasses in the car. I kept drinking while someone stole the car my glasses were in! I was more pissed than the guy whose car got stolen. When the police got there, I cussed them out so bad ("You better get my f*****g glasses back!") . How did I not go to jail that night! Several of us woke up the next morning on the roof of my friends house!!
Ahh, memories... :rolleyes:

I woke up one morning after a good party, and I was just dying of thirst. Went to the fridge and drank a Dr. Pepper. Then a Pepsi. No more pop, so I drank some milk. Went back to bed, then threw up.

So not throw up after drinking milk. The carpeting does not smell good for several months afterwards.

I passed out in my girlfriends highschool, wokeup in the drunk tank :)

Too many to name from my early days, but a few of my stupidest include

mistaking a refrigerator for a urinal

being stopped by the cops driving (i was a passenger not the driver) when the cops asked me for any sort of ID, I reached into the back opened a cooler, took out a cube of ice and sat it in the cops hand.

jumping off a 4th floor hotel patio into a swimming pool with all of 6 inches to spare. the next morning I was sick thinking how close I came to not making it.

and there's plenty more, but I don't think any over the last 5 years or more
:devil:

Too many stories...

I once tried to get a taxi after visiting a club. They kept passing us (maybe because we looked really drunk), so I gave up and decided to just step out in front of the next taxi coming down the street. I did just that only to realize it was the cops. Marked cars all look alike when drunk!!

I was at this club with a table full of friends when a fight broke out between a friend and some other guy. The bouncers were at our table within 2 secs. We had just bought 2 bottles of vodka for our table, so when the bouncers started getting violent - I decided to pull the marble-top off the table and hold it in my lap so nothing happened to our precious drinks. One of the bouncers thought I was gonna hit someone with the table-top, so he punched me soooo hard (pretty unfair considering the fact that I was trying to balance all our drinks on my lap). I fell backwards with marble table, bottles and glasses flying. I stayed clear of bouncers ever since that.

I went to a class reunion some years ago. I spent all nite bad-mouthing this girl who was the biggest bitch on the school. I woke up with her the next morning unable to remember a thing. I told her that I had been too drunk and it was all a big mistake. I felt horrible, so my friends took me out the following nite and we got really drunk and had lots of fun. The joke was on me AGAIN, cause I woke up in the same bed the next morning AGAIN unable to remember a thing. It's true guys - the perp always return to the crime scene. No wonder I moved to the US after that one.
:rolleyes:

Why is it that when people tell you all the wild things they did when they were drunk, 90% of the time, it's the same story the last guy told you? Nearly everyone has the same story.


Hmmmmm......

The most embarrassing incident would depend on who I was telling. I was a theater student in college, so there were some wild parties on the weekend.

I think the one incident that would be it was when, after drinking Jim Beam and using Icehouse as a chaser, some friends and myself decided to perform a skit in front of the others at the party. I sang the song, "Medium Pace," by Adam Sandler and the other two acted out the song. It was a Halloween night and they had a karaoke machine.

Okay, I have a new one that happened a couple of weeks ago.

Aron and I went over to our friends, Brett and Suzyn's house. Suzyn is a tall, medium weight girl. I am not. She drinks wine all the time. I do not. I proceed to try and keep up with her all night. It was fine, until around 11pm, when Suzyn and I were outside talking about the guys. The last thing I remember is we were hugging each other, crying, because we didn't want Brett or Aron to die. (Aron is type-1 diabetic and Brett is in remission from MS.) The rest I was told........

I went inside b/c I thought I was going to be sick....tripped and twisted my ankle. So, Aron had to carry me to the bathroom...but his sugar was low, (34), and so he's carrying me, trying to get sugar into his system. We're in the bathroom...I'm crying....he's drinking lemonade...I am not throwing up. For some reason, I just couldn't do it in their bathroom. About this time, Aron goes for more lemonade...and when he comes back, I am ramming my head against the floor. His thought was "Man, that's gonna hurt in the morning." He and I are in no shape to drive home, so Suzyn set us up on the futon.

They have 2 cats.

I lay down, and I tell Aron he can't fall asleep in case I have to get to the bathroom. I start to dose off, and I wake up:

Me: What's that noise?
Aron: The cats
Me: You got me KIIITTTIIIIEES!!!
Aron: No, they're Brett and Suzyn's cats
Me:We're cat sitting?
Aron: No, we're AT Brett and Suzyn's
Me: I wanna go hooooooooooome!!

Next:

Me: Why is my bed so hard?
Aron: It's not your bed, it's a futon
Me: I have a futon?
Aron: No, it's Brett and Suzyn's
Me: They gave us a futon?
Aron: No, we're AT Brett and Suzyn's
Me: I wanna go hoooooooooome!!

I repeated those two convos about 6 times each.........Aron says that someone that he really cares about almost died that night!


I woke up feeling sick, my head hurt and I finally threw up when I got home!!!

I'm not even going to degrade myself by listing all of the stupid things I have done. There is not enough room on this web site.

In 1994 I went to a ball at the Cheltenham Town Hall.

Unfortunately after 1 bottle of red, 1 white and 2 pints of lager later I headed for the loo at 10pm.

When my ex-girlfriend found me at 12 midnight I was still in the toliet, sat down being sick INTO my trousers which were around my ankles at the time. :goofy:

Upon realising this I attempted to stuff a load of toliet paper into my pants, but when I pulled them up again I left a great trail of toliet paper hanging out of my backside all the way to the front door and into the Taxi Cab......

I was then picked up placed sideways into the Taxi, and when I arrived home at my parents house the next thing I remember was coming to in the middle of a Bathtub with my Mum....giving me a scrub :eek: :cry: The embarrassment...

Needless to say I have never been that legless again.:vibrator:

Chopper

Now THAT'S a good one!!!!:lol:

Way to embarrassing to even mention! :o

She was about 300 pounds......

the craziest thing would be: I went to a friends wedding in Oregon got a bottle of tequila and went around pouring shots for everyone including myself. I didn't just pour little shots, they had to be TEXAS size. People told me later I was going around saying "this is how we do it in Texas" and take another TEXAS shot. I passed out in the parking lot of the hotel and had to be pulled up to the room. My friends just left me in my dress and put a trash can on the side of the bed. So now everytime we go out and I start drinking too much everyone has to say "This is how we do it in Texas."

Originally posted by DD86
Chopper

Now THAT'S a good one!!!!:lol:

Thanks DD86! :D

Nice to see you back around these parts again :)

Thank you, Chopper!!!

How are "YOUR" parts?!?!?!?:naughty:

All the better for seeing you my dear..... :goofy: :naughty:

Don't know how stupid it was (after all, I got the girl! ;) ) but it sure was embarrassing.

As some of you know, I first met Xandra in a pub - but I don't think anyone's ever heard the whole story, so here it goes :

I was sittin in the Iron Cross, gettin -very- drunk an hangin with my friends when Xandra walked in. I couldn't take my eyes off her an decided to go over an impress her a bit. But I was so pissed that night that my "cool swagger" was more like a pathetic stagger an as hard as I tried, I couldn't keep my words from slurrin. Naturally, Xandra was less than impressed an told me to get lost. But me bein so drunk, that didn't register so well and I tried puttin my arm round her shoulder an gettin her to "warm up" to me. Xandra, being Xandra, didn't take that well at all. ;) In fact, she slid off her stool an clocked me hard in the jaw in one smooth move. My brilliant move at this point was to get up - an I still don't know how I did it - but Xandra gave me one swift kick, got me down again an stalked out.

Once I was sober again, I felt like the biggest bloody wanker on the planet, of course. An I spent the next two/three months tryin to apologise to her. An we did get into some hard fightin in those months, but in the end - she did forgive me. ;)

Originally posted by Chopper
All the better for seeing you my dear..... :goofy: :naughty: Hey Now!!! Don't be flirtin' with my woman!!! (just kidding....have to act like Taz & Milani! :lol: )

Hey there Pagan!!!

I was just being totally innocent over here...*bats eyelashes*.....Chops was just sounding sooooo cute!!!!!


You know I only have eyes for you.....among other things!!!!;)

Originally posted by Pagan
Hey Now!!! Don't be flirtin' with my woman!!! (just kidding....have to act like Taz & Milani! :lol: )

(Carrying on the gag)

YOUR woman? And just where does it state that in your signature line, hmmm Mr Pagan? :dance: :D

Just because you're a sexy lead singer of a rock band doesn't give you the right to...:wildthing with every attractive young lady around these parts!

But then again, maybe it does....:lol: ;)

Thank you, Chopper!!!


I can flirt, and compliment Chopper all I want!! However, I'd still like to be "spanked" for being a bad girl!!


LOL:D

First one that comes to mind is when I was about 15...first night of drunkeness...

My friends and I went to a little party where I drank wayyyyyy too much MD 20/20. On the way home, I was laying in the back seat of my friends car. Not feeling too well, I told her to pull over cuz I needed to get sick. She just kept saying "No you don't..." Well, yes I did...When I finally convinced her that she REALLY needed to pull over, I tried to get out and the back doors wouldn't open for some reason. So, I had to climb over the front seat and crawl out the drivers side door. I managed to get to the side of the road before puking in my other friends fornt yard. I asked my friend for something to wipe my face off with, so she handed me the only thing she had in her car...pages from a phone book. So then I ended up with black ink all over my face too...not a pretty sight. :yucky:


Another time...same friends...this time too much beer. We were at another small party. Somehow my friend and I ended up racing down a set of carpeted stairs...on our bellies. I had rug burn on my belly, elbows and knees...lol

Well now in then 80's their were so many but the one that stands out in my mind was in the summer of 1985 my cousin had a party at his house we drank way to much vodka ,and as i rember it tasted like rubbing alcohol, I drove one of the guys home and i rember being very paranoid of getting pulled over by the police. We eventualy ended back at my cousins house where i passed out on the stairs only to awake to find that my aunt had arrived home early.

I honestly can't remember a time when I got drunk that I didn't do something stupid and embarrassing. That was just second nature for me. :no:

I guess this would have to be stupid on the part of me AND my so-called friends LOL I had gone out with some girls from work to this club around our way and I was getting pretty bombed and just started dancing even though there wasn't any music, hell I didn't care... so anyway I was just dancing away and this guy comes up to me and starts dancing with me asking where my boyfriend was blah blah blah, well one thing lead to another and he asked me to go home with him, I said I dunno I gotta ask my friends and they were all like okay yeah if you want to. I couldn't believe that they let me go home with a complete stranger!! The sex was okay, weird though he had a huge full wall length mirror in his bedroom LOL and he had this message from his girlfriend, who he told me he broke up with, which apparently he didn't :irked: . So we did the deed, it was decent, not anything to write home about though, but the next day when I got to work, i found out he was a new security guard at the mall I worked at and let me tell ya the beer goggles were pretty damn THICK that night LOL
Love,
Mary :devil:
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I'm only 24 but have been hammered quite a few times (legal age is 18 here) although most of them occured when I was around 15/16 - BAD I know!!!

My girlfriend and I had both just split from our boyfriends and we got drunk - WAY drunk, we were drinking Rum straight from the bottle at a beach party. I passed out and fell into the bonfire and didn't even know I was in it! I got pulled out by someone apparently before I got too hurt, only my clothes got burnt. It wasn't really embarrasing, but it was stupid and you know what? I vowed never to drink heavily again and I haven't!

You mean besides sleeping with people you didn't intend to sleep with?

One time I drank a couple pitchers of long islands, some beers, and a few shots (one being 151 proof rum and Jager). I felt okay until we left the bar. I tripped over something in the parking lot and fell and didn't know it. My friends had to help me walk back to the dorm, where we were going to get in the car and drive to a frat party. A couple friends went inside for a few minutes while two other girls and me sat in the car and waited. They had the heat on and I guess it got to me because all of a sudden I flung the car door open and puked in the parking lot. The girls helped me walk into the dorm, where I had to walk past a large group of people who all turned and watched us go by. When we got up to the room, everyone just turned and looked and my friend said "oh my god" and threw the mattress on the floor for me to fall on. They changed my clothes and gave me a wastebasket to puke in. I must have blacked out because my friend said I was talking all night long, but I don't remember it. I had a hangover for a couple days after that. Not a good time. :(

I did two stupid things while drunk on two seperate occasions and they were both at my cousins home. The first stupid thing was during the millenium New Years that I finished three quarters of a bottle of Wild Turkey. I passed out then I threw up all over his brand new black shag carpeting then I passed out again. I woke up with a splitting headache and in his shower tub stripped down to my underwear because before throwing up on the floor I threw up on myself. I had to come home wearing only my underwear. My cousin after the incident removed all the shag carpeting in his home to prevent another "incident" and replaced it with carpeting that can be cleaned. The second occasion was during July 4th weekend I finished off a bottle of Jack Daniels. Ok, my brother was teasing me and out of a fit of alcohol induced anger, I threw the empty bottle of Jack Daniels at my brother and he ducked. The bottle then went through his window shattering both the bottle and the window. I passed out and then I was shown what I did the night before. I paid for my cousins new window for my stupid mistake.

I peed the bed once when I was totally sh!tfaced. But the worst part was, I had brought home a guy from the bar & he was sleeping in the bed with me! :lol:

I know, I'm gross :D

Back in my college days, I’d come home for the Remembrance Day Long Weekend. My friend and I decided to brave a howling blizzard and head out to an out-of-town bar. It took us an hour to make the normally 15-minute trip to the bar, sliding along the road in her Camaro. We finally got to the bar, and we’re the only vehicle in the parking lot. The rest of the lot is full of snowmobiles. We looked at each other, shrugged, and decided to take our chances. Hell, we braved blizzard conditions to have a few drinks, after all. :p So, to make a long story short, we were the only 2 females in a bar full of horny snowmobilers. We drank for free all night, and danced the Macarena on the bar tables in our underwear. :p Wound up having to spend the night at the hotel, because the blizzard got too bad to drive home. A couple of guys rented a room, and I slept under one of the beds so the hotel owner wouldn’t catch me in there. My friend, however, slept *in* one of the beds with some guy she met that night. :p That’s the only drunk story I can recall. The rest are just an alcoholic blur. :lol:

Ummm, back in high school I went to this party with one guy. My best friend had come with another guy, and I ended up making out with the guy she came with on the pool table in the backyard. :mwaha: And there were lots of people hanging around by the table, on the table, under the table. I think that was the closest I ever got to an orgy...but I digress, my friend went and was making out with the guy I came with, and he undid her bra, and the next thing I know some one is pulling me off the pool table to the bathroom saying she needs me.

Now true girlfriends will hold your hair while you puke, but how many will help you put your bra back on, and steal all the toothbrushes from the hosts bathroom? :thumb:

Okay, not stupid, but it was fun! :lol:

How to choose.. :lol: Passing out in my bathtub was a key moment. Only to be woken up by my Mom screaming "You're on drugs!!!!!"


But the worst/Most embarrassing was a few years ago. I was at some house party for a millenium bash. I was drinking some beers and having a grand ol' time until I started getting a headache. I asked one of the girls there for asprin. Unbeknownst to me she gave me ecstacy. Never had it before (never again!) took the two she gave me. Downed some shots drank a few more beers. Started to feel REALLY sick. Girl who gave me the asprin realizes she gave me her drugs by accident. She starts demanding me to give them back to her or pay her for them. I gave them back alright, I puked all over her. After puking for what felt like a thousand times I drank some more and started feeling really really really good. I mean SUPER good! :lol: from what i was told i downed a bottle of champagne, danced on the table, the couch. Started touching everything, and telling everyone I loved them. I remember waking up with a massive hangover. drugs and alcohol don't mix well.

Where do I start..
..Waking up next to the ugliest girl in the universe.. 40 miles away from nowhere.... and I don't know to this day how I got there..( Canada.. Medicine Hat and yes i was only 19 Ha ha.)
..Dancing on a Police car with its radio antenna in my hand..and breaking the 4 minute mile as they came back..
..A Toga party in someones fish pond..They were not impressed..
..Breaking open someones car so that I could sleep on the back seat!!
..Falling asleep in a strip joint on my 21 birthday and having photo's of a stripper sitting on my head.....
..Picking a fight with someone twice my size and landing up in hospital less 2 teeth.
.. Going to a Pyjama party and trying to chat up the girlies with my dick hanging out all night!!!! And wondering why they kept laughing or running away!!!
..Jumping out of a second floor window.. trying to "hug a tree".. For a bet..I lost.. I missed.. and broke my ankle..." It moved.."

I think I will have to write a book" How To Be A Dickhead Under The Influence" Oh...... The good old days:)
And No.. I dont drink much anymore..

New Year's Eve 1990 (ringing in 1991 with a bang!)

I was 18 and just started a new job a week or so before and one of my co-workers invited me to a NYE party at her house. My best friend from HS went along with me, and I was told they were having a keg so I brought along two big plastic mugs that held about 36 oz each. Drank three of those. Then I got introduced to the almighty beer bong for the first time. Did three of those. I proceeded to do at least one tequila shot, and a shot of spiced rum. I had passed out on the front walkway of her house by 11:45 PM. The girl had those luminaries (sp) lining her driveway and they thought it would be a great idea to trace my body with those and take pictures.

Later on, I remember being propped up in a recliner and then for some reason they finally gave my friend my keys and he drove us down the street and we passed out for a while. Woke up about 2:30 AM, and decided we needed to get home, not realizing that my bud had hit a curb hard enough to blow out one of my tires. I was still pretty belligerent at that point and had the mindset that I could make it home since I was only about 5 miles from home. Yeah, right...blew my clutch out after two miles of driving on a rim. Stalled right near a Texaco station, called my folks, got the tire changed, nearly got busted by a cop, pushed the car into the Texaco parking lot, got driven home and didn't drive for about two weeks.

The kicker was that I also happened to work at the same company my mom did (on the same floor even), and much later after the fact she finally saw those pics of the party. :p

Ya'll are a bunch of Party Animals! If this group ever got together, would there be anyone left standing? My first time to get drunk, I had way to much MD20/20 (teenagers choice of booze) and fell asleep on my back and woke up the next morning with puke all over me and some still in my mouth. I don't know how my parents didn't smell that. My most embarrassing was when I was drinking 151 rum and was driving home, I turned on the street that I lived and my car stalled, as I was going to fast. I got out to get it started again when the need to pee came along. Well of course a cop had to come by and stopped. He asked me to say the "ABC's" and instead I sang them like I was in pre K. Once I got to M, I couldn't remember anymore so I went to XYZ and just told the cop " The hell with it, I'm drunk take me to jail" . Theres many more but I want ya'll to read my biography so I'll save them for later.

Once, we were throwing this going away party for two friends of mine who were leaving for the military. I wasn't gonna drink that night. The guys all had a few beers, (one of the few parties that didn't have any girls at it, mind you), and decided to go into town for some Taco Bell. I stayed at the house and said I'd wait for them to get back. Sitting there, looking at that beer became overwhelming for me, so I had one, then two. Then five or six. Then I decided to cook some ground turkey. While cooking it, I figured a little red wine marinate might be good, so I got out the wine. Poured a little into the pan, and downed the rest of the bottle. After that came the JD, the Southern Comfort, the Peach Schnapps. Next thing I knew, the room was spinning.

I hit the floor and passed out for maybe a couple of minutes. I woke up, and felt like my stomach was about to turn inside out. So I crawled toward the bathroom, and realized I wasn't gonna make it. My roomie and I had just gotten this place, so not everything was unpacked yet. I found my box of cassette tapes, and dumped them, and barfed in this cardboard box. I felt better for two minutes, then here it came again. This time, I just puked in the floor and passed out in it.

By the time the guys got back, their number had dwindled to three. The ground turkey was on fire, and so was the trailer, almost. So the party ended with Dougie and Jeremy walking me around outside, and Mike, my roomie, ironing my clothes for work the next day. I have never been a crying drunk, but that night, I was crying and talking about how much I missed this girl I'd met in Chicago a few weeks before.

Drinking a pint of Southern Comfort when it was the only booze available while eating pizza. :drunk:Getting so drunk that I got in my buddie's shower, turned it on to cool down and ended up projectile vommiting :barf: from one end of the shower to the other until nothing else came out. I woke up in my boxers sitting in the shower full of chunks. My girlfriend :bigcry: though she needed to call and ambulance and my friend :grrr: was pisst 'cause he could take a shower before leaving for work.

I was in high school and dating a college guy. One Friday night party I ended up taking off every stitch of clothing and ran all through campus while being chased by my friends. They caught me and wrapped me in a blanket. I don't remember much...

Oh boy. I remembered another one.......

This is called PaperGirls Dogshit Revenge... (its all true, I swear!)

I was a manager at a Sonic in Texas. I came home late at night, around 2 AM to see this idiot bastard parked in my spot. I left a note, and went in my house. I was mad because I lived right next to a fishing pier, I lived on the lake, and my driveway was parallell to the peirs parking. Well, this idiot wouldnt quit parking in my spot, and I had to park too far away from my own house. So one night, the other half and I were drinking tequila, and sitting in the backyard, on the deck over the lake. We saw the guy pull into the lot, and we climbed up on the roof of my house, and watched him pull his car up close to mine and block me in.

So I got mad, and being as drunk as I was, I noticed that he had left his car windows down. So I grabbed a shovel, and scooped up all the dog crap in the yard, snuck out of my privacy fence, ran over to his car, and threw it in. I came back in the yard, to see that my dog had made another deposit, so I scooped it up and did the same again.

Little did I know that there were some brats running around out there who saw me, and when that guy came back, he hollered at those kids....they tried to point to my house and tell him it was me...and I was back on the roof, trying not to laugh so hard I gace myself away.

The prick never parked anywhere near my house again.

:grrr: :grrr: :mwaha:

All good stories. Sorry to say I don't have one to add. I was never much of a drinker so I never really got too drunk to do anything out of the ordinary.

The most recent drunk things.. :lol:

I was having a party at my house.. we had all the beer you wanted to drink and had a great DJ. Well my stupid ass started a bomb fire... you can't do that with drunks around by the way.

We all took off our clothes and ran around the fire singing and chanting :laugh:

Thank God I don't have neighbors :lol:

I sort of have a few of them

1. Dancing over a beer bottle with chicken feet slippers on . Oh yeah, it was to Madonna's "Like a Virgin".

2. Singing karoake at friends house and having the cops show up at 2 am.

3. Being hypnotized on stage, almost stripping infront of the whole club and it was video taped!!!!

4. Telling some guy how drunk he was and that he couldn't see straight to find out later he was blind.

Well let's see....
It was my house warming party and I got totaly blitzed. So bad in fact that my muscles refused to work. I had to be carried to my bed. While my wife was sitting on the side of my bed, I was talking to my buddy and told him if I wasn't so drunk I'd screw his wife. He laughed and said if I ever had the chance I'd be a fool not to.
Of course my wife didn't find this amusing at all.
Oh yeah, that same night I told my neighbor, that I had just met, that his wife was "do-able" if I had enough to drink.

I was about 14 when I first got drunk. A friend was having a party and I neede to be home at a certain time I was just around the corner from my house. I wanted to stay later so I called my dad and asked him if I could stay a little longer. When he asked where I was I said "(my friends name) I think" and my dad yelled you think and I told him I was talking to someone at the party. :wacky:

The worst thing I ever did was in the late eighties, me and a few buddies of mine went out bar-hopping one night. We started at one bar just drinking beer, but as the night progressed we all started mixing shots and I had switched to Vodka Collins.

I don't drive when I drink, so my best friend, Cameron was driving. That in itself was stupid because he was drinking as much as me. Anyway, we agreed that I would sleep in the spare bedroom. So after a night of partying, we headed back to his place once the bars closed.

I went to bed and amazingly felt pretty good the next morning. A little dehydrated and a slight headache but nothing else. Cameron was hanging bad though. I showered, had breakfast and went home.

Flash forward three days....I get a phone call from him furious with me! Apparently I felt so good the next day because I had vomitted in his wastebasket and urinated in one of his big silk planters. It sat there for three days in a closed up room! He said he got sick when he had to clean it up. I dont remember doing that at all...At least my aim was good, but how embarrassing! We laugh about it now, but he was really angry when it happened! :laugh:

Mine may be unique in that I was more than old enough to know better. I was 29, and a group of my buds had taken to "celebrating" each others 30th birthdays together. (Beer. Dinner. More Beer. Etc.) On this night, my wife and son went out to eat with my father in law, while we headed out to try to find somewhere that sold food and beer. (Those were our only requirements. You can't call us picky.) Before we left, the birthday boy, who we'll call BB from now on, produced a bottle of Jaegermeister that he had been given at the surprise party that his wife had thrown a few weeks earlier. My father in law had a belt with us, but only one of the other guys, who we'll call CH, was a drinker. He barely let it touch his lips and almost gagged. (The other guy, DH, didn't drink, but went along as the designated driver as long as we paid for his food.) It was a Saturday night and it took almost two hours to find a place to eat that met our requirements. (Apparently there were others who had similar requirements.) In the meantime, BB and I were passing around the bottle of Jaeg, which I had smuggled in in my sport coat pocket. CH went and bought a pitcher and brought three mugs. He handed BB and I a mug, and began pouring himself a beer. I broke out the bottle of Jaeg and poured BB and myself a mug. "On three, we down 'em," I said. We did, and threw the mugs into the river. Much of what I remember from then on is vomit, and a lot of it. We got seated right after we threw the mugs and except for the rapid spinning of the room, I felt pretty good. Our table was right under a TV, and UC was playing in the Metro Conference tourney, which was good because that meant that most people were looking over our heads and didn't notice us making asses of ourselves. Our waitress arrived with our food and I took a bite of my chicken sandwich because I hadn't eaten since breakfast. I was chewing my first bite when BB lifted the lid of his steak sandwich. Finding a tomato there, he cursed loudly and tried to throw it out the window into the river. The river wasn't down, so the tomato slid slowly down the glass and he and I broke up laughing all over again. He then took a bite of his sandwich, stopped in mid chew, and looked closely at it. "This damned thing is still bleeding," he said, and turned it to show me. That was all I needed. DH was sitting directly to my left and I turned to him and smiled. "Hey, man. You don't look so good. Maybe you better go to the bathroom." I looked at him and smiled, then said "We're way past that, baby." He jumped over the table to get out of the way of the spray, and for the next few minutes I barfed all over the floor behind out table while BB sat across ffrom me and laughed like a ten year old girl. CH decided that we had to go, FAST, and threw some money on the table to cover our bill. (He still has yet to allow me to pay my share almost 14 years later.) I barfed all the way out to the car and barfed down the side of the car all the way out of town. When my stomach finally settled down, DH decided to stop and spray his car off at a car wash near my house. He spent ten minutes spraying the mixture of Jaegermeister, chicken sandwich and a forgotten appetizer off of his car, only to have me wake up and re-coat it as we pulled out of the car wash. They left me on my porch covered in leaves and wrapped up in my sport coat. This was how my wife found me when she arrived home at 9:30, and this was how I slept until 4:00am. I felt fine when I woke up, so I went inside and ate some pears and drank a glass of milk. I was barfing again at 4:30.
I don't remember much of the night, but the stories still get told to this day, so it must have been a good birthday for BB. (Now that I think of it, I never got taken out for my 30th. I wonder why?)

My best friend/Former Roommate, his fiance, and me had gone out to a bar, He didn't drink so we figured a permanent Designated Driver GREAT!!!!

I had just had my fill of beer and Whiskey. I was friggin GONE. I go out to the car to wait for my friends, so I go crash in the car. About an hour later the OWNER of the car comes out, yells some obscenities at me. Turns out I passed out in the WRONG CAR! Hell if I remember what he said. Anyway I get up and continue looking for my friends car...this time IT IS GONE! So, picture this, I'm drunk off my a**, walking down...err...I mean Stumbling down the street the 2+ miles home. Mumbling and yelling to...NOBODY...all the way there. Well, I did make it home (Surprisingly). and shortly afterwards my friends show up saying they've been looking all over for me.

The night before Thanksgiving my sophomore year of college. There were only a few of us locals around campus that evening, but we got a keg. After drinking too much of that we went out to a bar. For someone reason, we started slamming Kamikazees. I crashed at a friend place. In the middle of the night, I walked outside and threw up on his porch (better than in the house :yesnod: ) Then I had to use the bathroom. The only one I could remember was in the basement. I started walking down the steps, but slipped and fell. I was so messed up I, all I could do was slide down the steps. I could feel my head bouncing off the steps. I was sick most of the next day and had welts on my head and back. :duh:

I've done A LOT of embarrassing things when drunk, but I think this one takes the cake. :lol:
I was 19 and my sister and I went to Niagara Falls for some underage fun (Thank you, Canada!) After a few hours of bar hopping, and MANY drinks later, we found ourselves at a little bar with karaoke. By this time, I was WASTED!!We sang a few songs and I had to go to the restroom. So I stumble in and take care of business and went to leave but the door was locked! So I'm yanking on the door thinking "Leave it to me to get locked in the bathroom!" But, the door won't budge. So I have to call for help. I didn't want to sound paniced so I'm trying to sound as cool as possible, yelling for help from the bathroom, and pounding on the door. A few minutes go by when I hear a noise, I turned and my sister was standing there laughing. Apparently, I was desperately trying to get into the storage closet!
I'm just so glad she found me and not a stranger... :lol:

I'm now 34 and have never been drunk so I can't answer to that one!!My mom however used to dance on tables over at their/our friends' house, that emberassed the heck out of me!