as drunk as a lord
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- ********0
My tale of drunk woe be like this...
...It all happened one night about four years ago at a university party called OTT.
Me and my house mate got proper mashed and we lost each other, I can't remember a thing but believe I must have been spiked
as I was awoken by my housemate on the doorstep of our house covered in mud and without any shoes on, fuck knows what happened even to this day, which begs the question where are my shoes?
- rasko40
I am pretty convinced that Stella Artois is manufactured by Aliens as part of their elaborate abduction scheme
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ex girlfriend got incredibly drunk and had to be removed from the partyfloor. was not cooperating at all.
Physically much resemblance of a wet cloth.
Got sick in the car and sprayed the enitre dashboard under a thin layer of sick. that stuff got in the radiationsystem and stank for weeks. there was no way I could get it out.Vive l'Arbre Magique!
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Honestly I was a bit scared when I realised at some point I had taken off my shoes, and then there was the mud...I would pay good money to see what I got upto!!
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I'm getting an image of pulp fiction BXCAR
- slag_you_off0
my best drinking stamina story was going out one friday night in preston, me and a friend slept stood up in a phone box, woke up at 10... had some breakfast, dusted off, and carried on into the wee hours.
Ive had some messy times at glastonbury, I woke up with a hippy once. eewwww
- rasko40
I'm pretty sure you're better off not knowing North..
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hmn i wished i had a mister Wolf to call back then
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I just want my shoes back!
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ha hahaa BXCAR, burning your house down is no good bro
- grayhood0
i have one involving absinth in Prague, or Praha i guess i should say. i was staying with a friend but he had a business meeting, so i went to a bar with some Irish kids i had met the night b4, my friend had no idea when his 'meeting' would be over and i had no idea where his place was, so we agreed to meet at midnight in the old town square, then if he wasn't there i would come back every hour and eventually we would meet up. so i drank absinth for about four hours, stumble out of the bar at midnight to the square, wait 10 min, he doesn't show, no problem, back to the bar and Irish accented fun. 1am, not there, 2am, not there. and now the bar is closed. i sit on the bench and the only thing keeping me awake is the constant stream of seedy looking fellows asking me either if i would like to buy or sell hash. i start to become annoyed with the drug dealers and become belligerent, start telling them to fuck off and what not, i notice i am getting looks from Chech police. someone taps me on the shoulder, i turn and take a swing, miss, fall flat on my face, ripping my pants at both knee and bloodying myself, i get up and puke in a trash can, then finally i look and see it was the good Irish who had tapped me. they took me back to their room, clean me up and let me spend the night.
it turns out my friend got wasted and just forgot to come and get me. it could have been so much worse if that had been a cop i swung at.
- fets0
went with an friend of me downtown amsterdam and... eh... damn! I was that drunk I can't remember a thing!
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last one as im waiting for a massive print to roll out.
my birthday this year.
had too much booze and decided to stay over at a friends house who runs a papershop.
after burning my mouth with hot pizza (happens always when I'm drunk) we got home and I said to Sven iI wasnt feeling very good and was going to stay awake.
Didnt fancy spraying Svens refurbished house. He went to sleep. After fifteen minutes i fugured out to catch the first train to Brussels. When I tried to open the frontdoor (of the shop) it seemed close with the key in Svens pocket, couldnt wake him up...after that > BLANK
Sven woke me up as I had fallen asleep in the shopwindow in between the nice etalagestuff. Its a very busy street and could see lots of grinning faces. What a laugh?! Everytime now I have to hear the story.
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my first bad memory with alchohol. I'm 15, a birthday party of my mate.
I started off with vodka... flirted with some girls. Then some of the lads went to get some beer, i ran after them and tell them to bring some more. Head spinning... Mate arrives with 1 litre of whiskey. I take it hosatage and empty half of it in 3 gulps (what was i thinking). Last thing i remember was dancing with one of the girls of my class... well if you can call it dancing bacause she just had to carrie me. Now it was 9 pm at that time. I wke up 2 am and ask, who wants a drink? Then get up, face the mirror, and there it was .. me looking like i hade crawled through satans shithole. Puke all over me...
when i got home the next morning i excused myself saying i fell into salad bowl. hahaa.. parents bought it
and i didn't drink whisky or any coloured hard stuff for 3 years. only vodka after that
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the other story... i was 16 then...
Mates from our school soccer/football team went to play against some other smalltown schools team. Pointless to my mind because we were an art-school while they were school of hopeless kids from country who had nothing better to do than sport.
So on the bus there we start out with vodka. When we arrive we're pretty drunk and without getting sober we were told to go on the pitch. Ended up with losing 6-0 with one goal coming straight from corner and i was a goalkeeper :)
ok the night went on and we drunk lots of cheap beer. So when we were really wasted we decide to go and look around. So one of my mates is going in front up the hill which turned out to be a garage built into ground. mate who went in front suddenly dissappeared. We were like where the fuck is Tõnis, when we hear painful sounds 2,5 meters below on the pavement where my mate lied. :D Bruised his ankle really bad.
But it didn't stop him and us getting tottally pissed. I ended up throwing up next to my sleepingbag :P not a pretty sight in the morning
- solmo0
sitting on a square pretty drunk. my mate pulls a bottle with stroh rum. 60% or something. my other mate grabs the bottle and swallows halve of it.
He turns purple, blue and red and we ended up in the hospital with him.
He's alive and kicking.
- rasko40
stroh 80? that shit is 80% and disgusting, I'm amazed he managed to drink half a bottle its fucking disgusting and burns your insides quite severely. good chap.
- solmo0
I was thinkin what it was but i think your right. it was a small bottle about 40 cl
but still... they had to empty his stomach with a pump.
woke up the other morning didnt know were he was...
He still my best mate. we did stupid things when we were young
Ha : )
- ********0
funnily i've never drank Stroh although i've wanted it. But always come my favourite rum. 60 vol rum called Portorico. It's tastes like wax-remover that is used on old furniture, makes you really hot inside and is easy to abuse :)
- r_gaberz0
Ahh the joy of excessive drinking!
Unfortunatly I can't remember most of the stuff I did..... I am really shocked you can :)
I once woke up in Bratislava and I am from Vienna... go figure