being drunk.

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What's the worst thing that you've done/have happened to you while you've been drunk.

For me, this was a few years back, but back when i was actually working, we had a christmas party. We started out at a topless bar (Women had no cleavage :gonk: ). Then we went to a classy hotel and started on the Rum. things got boring so i went to a few Nightclubs with some mates. few hours later i went back to the classy hotel and accidentally stepped on this sheila's toe, i immediately apologized and she still got shitty, then her friend, who i happened to work with came along and also got shitty. i walked out for some fresh iar, and a mate of mine asked me what was wrong. I told him and he Smashed the guys face in (lolz).

After that i went back into one of the other nightclubs and met some random lad associated with a mate of mine, and helped him across town while avoiding the police, all while i was drunk.

We ended up catching a taxi, in which i presume dumped me on the otherside of town after i threw up (I did tell them to let me out so i could throw up.)

I woke up the next morning without my Wallet. There went $160 for the phone bill :gonk:


So yes, that's my story. share and entertain! :monster:
 
This should be somewhere like in The Lobby.

Too good to be in plain SPAM. XD

I don't really have too many exciting drunk stories because I'm always pretty aware of what I'm doing and so I make sure I don't do anything too dumb. >.<

Though I remember this one time I was at some randoms party and I got drunk pretty quickly. There was a lot of skanky bogan girls there. Scabby skin, wearing little girl clothes and thinking they were sexy. :sick: Greasy hair etc.

Anyway I kept whispering to Steve how grotty and skanky they were and could we leave and apparently I didn't really whisper at all. XD They heard and apparently one of the girls would have beat me up if I didn't have Steve there.

This was like a totally out of world experience for me. I never EVER hang around these sort of people. One of our good mates at the time invited us and had we known the ferals that would have been there, we would have said 'Hell no'.

Anyway I don't remember much after that, but I remember it was blank and then I somehow made my way down the street of the party and couldn't figure out where I was and Steve had to come looking for me and was upset I ran off. >.<

I didn't do it on purpose. :gonk:

Anyway that was like three years ago and I don't think I've ever been that drunk since.
 
Okay, my story here is quite long, but well worth the read.

When I was about 16 I worked at Wendys. I had a bad shift, worked til close with a huge migraine, went home in a bad mood and when I got there my sister was having a huge party with lots of folks and tons of booze.

So I started to drink heavily to release my stress, but went way overboard and started chugging back every glass and every type of liquour around me.

(I didn't worry about drinking too much because I thought I worked a closing shift the next night starting at 7PM.)

Within 20 minutes of being home I was tripping down stairs, falling on my arse, breaking glasses, and saying the Fuck word in front of my mother (something I'd usually be grounded for).

I then grabbed a full bottle of Frangelico (which is a thick hazelnut liquor I still can't drink to this day), took it to the basement where some people were hanging out, and chugged the entire thing, talking about how the alcohol was curing my headache.

Then it was suddenly morning, I woke up to my mom screaming down the stairs at me that my work was calling because I was late. I sat up, still on the couch that I sat down on when I drank the Frangelico, covered in puke. The couch was also covered in puke, as well as the floor beside me, and the pillow my head was on. I was still seeing double. I talked to my work (I was 15 minutes late) and told them I'd be there in 5 minutes.

My sister and a bunch of her friends that slept over took me to work while I was still piss drunk and puking every 20 minutes. I had to work 4 hours like this, standing in front of the french fry station and bolting to the back where customers couldn't see so I could throw up in the garbage. I vomited into the fries while a huge lineup of customers watched. I ended up getting someone to cover the rest of my shift and was written up (my managers were very cool and gracious, they only said "You're no fun when you're sick", and laughed, rather than firing me. However, the write-up was mandatory because the customers had all seen).

Driving home, I tried to drink a cup of water which caused me to throw up all over the dashboard. When I got home I learned that during the night I had crawled up the basement stairs, went outside and turned our pool heater on full blast and left it running; I ended up having to give my mother $100 for this as the pool was like bathwater by the time anyone noticed.
I couldn't eat or drink anything until the next day.
 
to condense it down a lot; i got very drunk round at a friend's house in another town. we weren't supposed to be there, so at about 5am before our friend's dad got home from work, we went to sleep in my car, which led to us deciding it'd be a good idea to go to asda for crisps and sandwiches. i knew i was too drunk to drive, so let another friend drive, who didn't have a licence and she got pulled over by the police as we were leaving the car park at asda (which was shut!) for clipping a kerb. the shit hit the fan there and my car got impounded, and we ended up having to sneak into our friend's house and not get found by her dad. in the morning i had to get a train home cos i didn't have any of the insurance documents for the car, and tell my parents i'd got the car impounded in some random little town 100 or so miles away.

bad times at the time, but a bit of an amusing story now.
 
At about 4am I decided it was a good idea to go for a walk whilst absolutely drunk, at the time I lived in a really rough place so thought it was a good idea to put a knife in my pocket, I ended up getting stopped by the police and searched. I only just escaped a prison sentence and am now sitting here typing this with a tag on my leg. I could tell much worse stories but I would rather avoid putting them up on the internet!
 
Well....

I'm young. The first time I ever got drunk was this past Thanksgiving. I first had a bud light lime, which was horribly painful to finish. Now keep in mind I had told my dad that I was only going to drink that one beer. But then he showed me Coquito. It was over after that.

I had about 4 cups of Coquito, which just sent me into looneytown. Pretty much the rest of the night, I was speaking how I really felt. I did that, while also being a smart arse.

Needless to say, Mom was mad. I mean furious. But! I did not get into any sort of trouble, which is a good thing. If only I could have found a club to go to. I would have shown off my sick dance moves.
 
I've actually never gotten myself "drunk-drunk" before. I'm always careful and know when I need to stop. Kinda helps when I don't really want to get a hangover the next day too. The drunkest I have been was just not being able to walk quite straight but I could still think coherently and not be "stupid." lol
 
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