Drunk stories...

peacefrompaul

ShimmyMommy wrote:

DS1119 wrote:

ShimmyMommy wrote:

Then...it happened. I asked for the tequila and did four shots...within minutes of each other.

That's where it happened...

it gets me every time...the night I first met my hubby, I had just done 3 shots with the host as no one else would...


shit...that explains a whole lot... :think:

On the Tequila note... Last summer I drank a bunch of it with friends and shot off a bunch of fireworks. Probably not the safest thing to do... Anyway at the end of the night I decided it was perfectly fine to put a large pack of bottle rockets directly on the fire. :twisted: The rockets proceeded to shoot off in many directions. One almost hit my buddy in the face but he ducked. Luckily they didn't hurt anyone or hit the house

supadupa

These are the three strangest/most embarrassing things I've done while I was drunk:

1. Flashed my boobs in a bar.
2. Crawled around on all fours at a party and bit people's ankles.
3. Hallucinated that a girl who lived in the dorm room next to mine was trying to break into my room and murder me.

CAVSTARR313

supadupa wrote:

2. Crawled around on all fours at a party and bit people's ankles.
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I believed in my heart heart I would meet you again!!!!

ShimmyMommy

ShimmyMommy wrote:

DS1119 wrote:

ShimmyMommy wrote:

Then...it happened. I asked for the tequila and did four shots...within minutes of each other.

That's where it happened...

it gets me every time...the night I first met my hubby, I had just done 3 shots with the host as no one else would...


shit...that explains a whole lot... :think:

peacefrompaul wrote:

On the Tequila note... Last summer I drank a bunch of it with friends and shot off a bunch of fireworks. Probably not the safest thing to do... Anyway at the end of the night I decided it was perfectly fine to put a large pack of bottle rockets directly on the fire. :twisted: The rockets proceeded to shoot off in many directions. One almost hit my buddy in the face but he ducked. Luckily they didn't hurt anyone or hit the house

glad you are okay, and the house too!

voidofman

It might have been the mushroom tea, it might have been the beers or it might have been the shots of Grand Marnier or probably all of them. I blacked out a few times, on the way to the bar, walked in like I owned the place with friends who were underage and told the doorman to not worry about them. Went to the pool table where a friend and some random stranger were playing and started racking them up for a game, the stranger was giving me the stink eye the whole time. For some reason I took the pool cue after about two turns and walked around the club twirling it like a sword. Blacked out again, remember being dragged by two doormen by my arms outside. Stood out in the cold because my sweatshirt got left inside. Blacked out again, woke up in a cab heading to my buddies place, had no money in my wallet, nobody was there and was freaking out because of that. Told the driver I had no money and I would have to pay him tomorrow, I gave him a silver belt buckle I had as collateral. Buddies door was locked, tried climbing the side of his house, grabbed a wood railing, it busted and I fell backwards nearly over a set of stairs that were about 25 feet off the ground. Decided to sit down and wait for them to get back. Was there for about half an hour. The next day my buddy said that on the way to the club I was talking a bunch of shit about the stars and the universe, I don't remember saying any of that.

supadupa

Cavstarr313 wrote:

supadupa wrote:

2. Crawled around on all fours at a party and bit people's ankles.
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I believed in my heart heart I would meet you again!!!!

Oh, do we know each other? Describe your ankles and I'll see if I remember you.

voidofman

Halloween 1999, Greg Moore died earlier in the day from an Indy car crash. Had to work at Subway that night. Decided to get a bottle of rum. Drank it out at one of the tables. One customer came in late, close to closing and I told him he was making his own sandwich, he said, "cool!!" I said, "yeah, you still have to pay for it."

CAVSTARR313

supadupa wrote:

Cavstarr313 wrote:

supadupa wrote:

2. Crawled around on all fours at a party and bit people's ankles.
\

I believed in my heart heart I would meet you again!!!!

Oh, do we know each other? Describe your ankles and I'll see if I remember you.

They are very nice... and there is an obvious line of the love I have been walking in...

DS1119

So now my Ithaca College story. Probably 95...maybe 96. I was with a buddy of mine and I was visiting a girl there I was seeing. We head downtown...do the whole drinking blah blah bullshit. Somehow the girls we were visiting get separated from us...in hindsight maybe intentional. We have to take cabs back to get to the dorms where they are staying. We get to the dorms and we can't get in beacuse of security...if you don't live there or aren't with someone that does live there you won't get in. Well...that's not an option at 3:00 in the morning when you need a place to sleep. What my buddy and I decide to do is scale the balconies of the dorms to get to her third floor room. So we do this. By the time we get to the third floor balcony we are pulled over the railing by security who promptly escorts us off campus and tells us we need to not come back. Fuck that...I want to sleep! So what we do is walk back through campus and start climbing again. This time we get to the second balcony and there is a police officers there waitng for us...at least we thought it were police officers...he had a gun...a badge everything. They handcuff us and escort us out of the building. They drive us to their "station" and start frisking us. I had nothing but they found some weed on my buddy which they totally made a "Cops TV show" moment out of when they found it We get to that station and my buddy realizes that the guys who "arrested" us were not cops but campus security...campus security with guns which is pretty scary. He's 6'4" and weighed about 220 lbs at the time and was playing college football. He actually looked at the security guard and told him that if I knew you were secirity and not a cop I would have knocked you out! Needless to say in order to not be arrested that night we both had to sign aggreements to not ever return to Ithaca College property without permission. :thumbup:

ShimmyMommy

supadupa wrote:

Cavstarr313 wrote:

supadupa wrote:

2. Crawled around on all fours at a party and bit people's ankles.
\

I believed in my heart heart I would meet you again!!!!

Oh, do we know each other? Describe your ankles and I'll see if I remember you.

Cavstarr313 wrote:

They are very nice... and there is an obvious line of the love I have been walking in...

Last I heard, they were not like chicken legs at all...

ShimmyMommy

DS1119 wrote:

So now my Ithaca College story. Probably 95...maybe 96. I was with a buddy of mine and I was visiting a girl there I was seeing. We head downtown...do the whole drinking blah blah bullshit. Somehow the girls we were visiting get separated from us...in hindsight maybe intentional. We have to take cabs back to get to the dorms where they are staying. We get to the dorms and we can't get in beacuse of security...if you don't live there or aren't with someone that does live there you won't get in. Well...that's not an option at 3:00 in the morning when you need a place to sleep. What my buddy and I decide to do is scale the balconies of the dorms to get to her third floor room. So we do this. By the time we get to the third floor balcony we are pulled over the railing by security who promptly escorts us off campus and tells us we need to not come back. Fuck that...I want to sleep! So what we do is walk back through campus and start climbing again. This time we get to the second balcony and there is a police officers there waitng for us...at least we thought it were police officers...he had a gun...a badge everything. They handcuff us and escort us out of the building. They drive us to their "station" and start frisking us. I had nothing but they found some weed on my buddy which they totally made a "Cops TV show" moment out of when they found it We get to that station and my buddy realizes that the guys who "arrested" us were not cops but campus security...campus security with guns which is pretty scary. He's 6'4" and weighed about 220 lbs at the time and was playing college football. He actually looked at the security guard and told him that if I knew you were secirity and not a cop I would have knocked you out! Needless to say in order to not be arrested that night we both had to sign aggreements to not ever return to Ithaca College property without permission. :thumbup:

DS1119

ShimmyMommy wrote:

DS1119, you must be self-medicated quite well...you're quoting skills are failing I see...

:thumbup:

DS1119

norm wrote:

there was the night my buddy's girlfriend (now wife) out drank me...puked so bad i blew out the blood vessels in my left eye

CAVSTARR313

Hahahaha!!!

Thank you shimmy!!! they are not chicken legs!!

They are in fact VGL sexy man-legs that have been used to escort me from spot to spot, show to show, gate to gate, and heart to heart

Stardog3..

These stories are hilarious...

DS1119

peacefrompaul wrote:

On the Tequila note... Last summer I drank a bunch of it with friends and shot off a bunch of fireworks. Probably not the safest thing to do... Anyway at the end of the night I decided it was perfectly fine to put a large pack of bottle rockets directly on the fire. :twisted: The rockets proceeded to shoot off in many directions. One almost hit my buddy in the face but he ducked. Luckily they didn't hurt anyone or hit the house

Oh wow...this reminds me of another story. So I'm out camping with 7 other guys...one of my best friends decides to throw an entire can of gas into a fire while we are camping in the Adirondacks. A five gallon jug. This is 1992...the can was metal. It took over an hour because none of us had the balls to grab it out of the fire but when it blew...it was like a nuclear bomb!!

ShimmyMommy

Cavstarr313 wrote:

Hahahaha!!!

Thank you shimmy!!! they are not chicken legs!!

They are in fact VGL sexy man-legs that have been used to escort me from spot to spot, show to show, gate to gate, and heart to heart

and from drunk adventure to drunk adventure!

DS1119

Suave.27 wrote:

I have many, many drunken stories but this is my very first one:
Having not really drank in high school, college was my first real go at it and this is my first drunken story. It was my first Ohio State Michigan game my freshman year. I went to campus by myself and met up with a few friends. I then decided it would be wise to drink a bottle of vodka. Yes- I literally drank out of the bottle and finished it (It was Colonial Club because that was cheapest). Classy, I know. I put on my first little OSU jersey and we head out. I remember three things after that: a cop letting me sit on his horse and letting me get a picture, moon walking into a parked car and subsequently laying in the sidewalk as those around me applauded, and then sitting on a couch at a house party and having everybody in the living room standing around me as I free-style rapped (which I have not been able to do since). I woke up the next morning in a guy's bed that I knew from HS. My phone was gone (had to buy a new one) so I grabbed his and THANK GOD had memorized my friends number and had her pick me up at a Panera two blocks away. I realized I had two t-shirts on as well and no jersey. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My first shirt was a shirt that had Napoleon Dynamite on the front and read, "Michigan fans are freakin' idiots." I took that off and had one that simply said, "Ann Arbor is a Whore". I then looked up and realized I had a green triangle on my jaw written in marker. To this day do not know where it came from. Don't know where my jersey or phone went. Longest walk ever to Panera, in my Napoleon shirt and with the green triangle. I get in my friends truck, and the next red light we pull up to, I open the door and puke on the road. Top 5 worst hangovers.

CAVSTARR313

ShimmyMommy wrote:

Cavstarr313 wrote:

Hahahaha!!!

Thank you shimmy!!! they are not chicken legs!!

They are in fact VGL sexy man-legs that have been used to escort me from spot to spot, show to show, gate to gate, and heart to heart

and from drunk adventure to drunk adventure!

so true!!!

voidofman

Suave.27 wrote:

a cop letting me sit on his horse and letting me get a picture, moon walking into a parked car and subsequently laying in the sidewalk as those around me applauded,

Winner!!