I thought this would make for a kickass thread, share your best drinking stories, whether it be funny or terrifying or just memorable! I'll post mine after I get home from work, I'll never forget it as long as I live!

Too many to list. What would you like to hear about?... Hookers in Canada, waking up at Wrigley Field, pretending to be a Jeopardy champion, meeting Don King (Back in 1998) & challenging Will Grigsby to a fight, etc. You name it. All of these stories are part of what makes up the quilt of my everyday life & a screen name of pabstcadillac. :alchi: (I didn't even get into some of the more juicy tales that I've been a part of.)

Well, there was that time I lost my car. But that was a long time ago and I'm not going into it. :alchi:

Well, there was that time I lost my car. But that was a long time ago and I'm not going into it. :alchi:

That's a Tuesday nite. :alchi:

Alright, here we go, the 1st time I ever got seriously smashed....

My buddies and I had been planning to go drinking up in Duluth for quite a while, finally in September of '06 we had finally gotten a plan together, I was to come up to UMD the 1st weekend of October, and we would travel out to Evan's cabin and party there. So the weekend comes up, I get off work at 4 and by 4:20 (lol, not intended) I'm on the freeway up to Duluth. I get up there about 6:45 or so and I get to see their new room and meet everyone, then we get food and got in Jason's Maxima (five of us, it was a squeeze) and travel the hour and a half into the Spooner/Hayward area of Wisconsin where his cabin is.

We get there, get settled in a bit and when they're out looking for firewood for the bonfire, I'm already started making my own White Russians..I couldn't wait, I had wanted one so bad since I saw "The Big Lebowski" three years prior. I made it, and downed it while I was out talking with Evan, sitting around the campfire, it tasted like shit so I reworked my recipe and made some more. That was a little better...I think in total, I had 3 White Russians which is a fair amount of alchohol. After my 3rd, everyone was back and the fire was roaring and somebody busted out the Tanqueray, which we all took many shots of....bad decesion. I think I had three shots, one of which I shotgunned and the other two I took more sanely. I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I do remember sitting on Evan's kitchen floor, while Jason stood next to me and I said "maaaaaaaaaaki.....I like your shooooes, they're nice shooooooes" and I think he laughed at that, but I don't recall, lol. The next thing I remember is sitting around the campfire, drunk as all hell, and they were talking about something, but I was sitting on the end of the line, contemplating something, and then I remember the fire was tilting to the left and I thought "oh shit, this is gonna be bad" and I tipped over in my lawnchair, layed there on my side for a second then puked once, twice and finally a third, then I just layed there some more...finally Evan said "Chad, we should probably get you up", then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I don't remember much else except we went inside to bed a little bit later, and as I was getting into bed, I had to puke again, except this time I was just in my boxers, so I went running thru his cabin (which really is a 32' 5th wheel trailer) and got to the door and puked all over the side of the trailer! Haha! I remember somebody (I think it was Evan) saying "god, is that Chad, throwing up...in his boxers" then I passed out.

Apparently Maki passed out at the same time I did, and so did Evan, but Scott (friend of theirs from UMD) and Kevin stayed up a couple of hours later, and Kevin had to keep an eye on Evan so he wouldn't vomit and asphyxiate...he was REALLY drunk...probably had alchohol poisoning that night. Kevin and Scott passed out around 3:30 I heard and everyone else was out around 1:45 or so.

That next morning sucked bigtime. I'd never had a hangover before, but I did that day. I first woke up at about 6:15 and I had to drop the kids off at the pool like none other, and I had to do it now. Which really sucked because Evan didn't hook up the water to his trailer, so I had to use the spider infested outhouse. I barely had time to get dressed and get out there, and I was still kinda drunk so I didn't know what was going on, I was just along for the ride. Anyways, I got done and went back to bed, but I did the same thing at like 8:30 and like 9:30..then finally was ok around 10:30 when I woke up for good. Oh yeah, it was like 35* that morning too! lol! Kevin, Scott and Maki were all awake and down by the lake when I finally arose for good...their stomachs all took the beating better than mine did, but IIRC they all had headaches and stuff. By 11:00 we were all up and doing better...almost fine. Evan wasn't awake though yet..he wasn't up until around 11:45 or so, and he was still drunk when he woke up, and was until I left Duluth that day around 5:45.

The ride back to Duluth from Haywood was interesting to say the least. Nobody talked much and we all stared out the windows at the Northwoods, the music was kept low and baseless (as opposed to the Rage, Alice In Chains and other various heavy metal we listened to loudly on the ride up). Our stomachs felt like shit and we figured we should stop and get some food in us to make us feel better. We got to a McD's and all I can remember is sitting across from Evan, who felt worst, and he was looking like he was gonna puke, so I was very nervous about that, so I was trying to get down my 3 piece chicken tenders meal as fast as I could and get out.

We got back to Duluth around 3 and nothing else really wierd happened after that, I remember sitting around in their rooms for a while and then going walking by Lake Superior with them.

Good memories!

I'll be back in Duluth in three weeks and hopefully we'll be getting drunk again!

Hmm... most of mine involve some form of self-humiliation.

1. When I was very young, I once went to a pool table/rock music type of joint that featured cheap pitchers and a visiting all-girl rock band. I had the beer courage to chat up the cute lead singer and I wound up getting invited to a diner at 2am, just me and the whole band! But I kept drinking right up through last call, and by the time we were at the diner I was too drunk to close the deal (whatever that deal might have been... :crying: ).

2. Went from a party to my girlfriend's friend's mother's house. Mom was traveling, so we continued to drink until seriously wasted. Went skinny dipping in the pool (always a good idea when drunk) and then skinny sauna-ing. While in the sauna my girlfriend and I proceded to make out in hot monkey sex fashion. Totally lost track of the fact that her friend was there with us... :o The next morning I documented the following mathematical formula: mass quantities of alcohol (dehydrating) + vigorous activity (further dehydrating) + sauna (super mondo dryness) = "Oh, fcuk!!!" hangover.

3. One Saturday night in the 1980's our friends across the street had a Halloween party. I went as Don Johnson from Miami Vice (white suit, pastel t-shirt, fake badge and gun :cool2: ). They had this punch recipe that was designed to make Everclear palatable, and it tasted sort of like carbonated fruit juice: very easy to drink; very deadly. We danced all night until the booze was forced deep into every brain cell. Towards the end of the night a bunch of us apparently decided that we were going to the community jacuzzi (or so they told me the next day), so my wife and I headed back across the street to change into our bathing suits. We never made it that far: we wound up having (you guessed it) hot monkey sex on the living room floor. The next morning I woke up alone on the floor, buck naked, unable to lift my head high enough to figure out for sure whose house I was in. Humbling. Later in the morning I went to help clean up the neighbor's party mess and found pieces of Don Johnson costume strewn all over the path from her house to ours...

More humiliation...

4. There was the first time I ever got drunk, in high school. I was in the cast of a play and this really really cute girl agreed to go with me to the cast party on the last night. I had a beer (my first ever), and it was all cool. Then my buddy takes me down to his car and pulls a fifth of Black Velvet out of his trunk. The next thing I really remember is being flat on my back looking up at my date, who seemed to be sort of spinning somehow. And realizing that we wouldn't be driving home together... :crying:

5. Then a couple of years later I got sucked into a drinking game at another party in a friend's apartment. Many, many shots later, I was outside talking to my girlfriend (the one who became my wife) and her twin sister when I got that "I'm gonna be sick!" feeling. I actually ran up some stairs, back into the apartment, and into the bathroom. Later, my friend said he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that I'd made it. Right up until he discovered that I had been too drunk to lift the toilet lid...


I can't believe I ever used to get that wasted.

Chad - McDonalds the morning after drinking = bad idea! :vomit:


A few weeks ago I passed out on my friend's couch around 2am with half a can of MGD still in my hand. The unavoidable happened and it ended up spilling all over myself, specifically on my pants in the crotchal region. I guess this happened when I rolled over or something while sleeping. Anywho, I wake up in the middle of the night and look at my phone, it was 5:30 a.m. and I felt something wet. I then thought to myself "I pissed myself, great. ...Wait, it could be just beer!" So I stumble upstairs into the bathroom and investigate myself, coming to the conclusion that it is indeed beer, not urine. I worked my way back downstairs and went back to sleep content. My friend's couch reaked of MGD for about a week.

Pretty tame I bet!

Picture it:

Work. "Holiday Gathering". The boss made each of us patrol our departments for a few weeks to get maximum attendance - we even called it a "faculty meeting".... last person who paid had to take minutes.....

Great party. Ended earlyish, went to a colleague's apartment for some after-party-snacks...snacks were vodka and pasta his fiance cooked... By the time I left, only God knew where I had left my FWB..... gave up and took a cab home. Next morning....rather....next afternoon.... I took another cab into Manhattan to try and find my car - with the mother of all hangovers! Walked a few miles with my fob..... clicked away until I heard a chirp in the vicinity........To tell the truth, I had gotten a pretty good spot considering! Cleaned off the snow, got in, drove home...

Total bar tab for the party - based on all the hangers-on and wannabes - $200
Total taxi fare for the weekend - $75
Finding my car parked "a la Helen Keller" - in the snow, at a bizarre angle, in Manhattan - free
Getting my car back home before the hangover subsided?.......Almost Priceless!
4 Excedrins to make the headache go away - worth about 4.7 billion!

I woke up cold and couldn't seem to get my blankets right. It was a while before I realized I was laying in a ditch full of water, was untucking my shirt tail, and trying to pull it over my shoulder.

I live about an hour north of Sacramento, California. Just over a year ago, on a Monday morning, I awoke fully clothed and lieing on a hard floor with strange sounds and dozens of voices around me. Head pounding, I sat up and realized "Oh, shit. I'm at an airport." La Guardia, to be exact. I still, to this day, have absolutely no idea how I got there or just why.

I spent three days there, much of it at The Pig And Whistle On Third, which I recently saw in a movie and freaked out because I didn't know where I knew it from, but I knew that I had been there.

Needless to say, I called in to work that week.

I woke up cold and couldn't seem to get my blankets right. It was a while before I realized I was laying in a ditch full of water, was untucking my shirt tail, and trying to pull it over my shoulder.

Ahhaha. I :gurl: Koz.

The first time that Ruthie and I ever drank together was our freshman year. I was trying my best to impress her, and so were my friends. Literally drinking whiskey and tequilla from the bottle like it was water. I don't know how much I consumed but I'm guessing it was close to a liter, judging by what was left the next day. All I remember is about a 10-second clip of guzzling out of a bottle of Jose, then a while later lying in a snowbank staring at the merry-go-round of stars in the sky, then hitting my head really hard on the floor trying to get into bed, and then eventually waking up to find bloody vomit all over my bed. No memory of getting outside or back to my room.

I r startin to feel better 'bout my own past...

Ok, here's a quickie. I was at Nye's Polonaise listening to the Ruth Adams & The Worlds Most Dangerous Polka Band, as I was want to do when I lived in Minneapolis. Well several Jack & Coke doubles in I was feeling confident & decided to try my luck with the ladies. There was this GORGEOUS brunette with blue eyes (I'm a total sucker for this) that I approached. So I throw out some B+ A- game right off the bat only to hear her respond with an accent. So we're talking for a few minutes & I ask her where she's from. She replies the "Czech Republic". So as we're talking I keep referring to it as Czechoslovakia and she keeps correcting me. Out side of this faux pas I'm doing pretty well, so a few more drinks & a couple of polkas later I say Czechoslovakia again & she corrects me. Finally I say right as the song is ending "Well if the place was that fcuking great why did you ever leave?" It was said loud enough for a good number of people to hear it since I thought I was going to have to talk over the song. Needless to say things didn't work out between her & I. :alchi:

New Year's Eve 2003. Rudy, a friend of our's, closed his tavern to host a small gathering for freinds and family. Beer, booze and food were complimentary. After the ball-drop (which I DO-NOT remember) Siss and I went home and I fell asleep sitting on the commode.

The next day I got the FULL story...

Siss, my 120lb wife, carried 240lb ME to the Coupe DeVille after we left the party. Once home, she carried me into the house and upstairs to bed... but doesn't recollect how I came to rest in the bathroom. She woke up in the middle of the night and I wasn't there so the search was on! There I was, sawing logs on the toilet with a railroad magazine on my lap.

Why Siss hasn't killed me yet puzzles me to no end. I don't know how much I had to drink, apparently it was enough. And to think, I train daily.

Lol cadmatt.. Looks like you got yourself a good catch there.. Hope to find myself a lady who can carry me round. Ill see if I can get a story in later.
Some great stories by the way!

MacK

Chad - McDonalds the morning after drinking = bad idea! :vomit:

Actually, we all felt better after having consumed a full lunch.

Blackcadmatt...You kept saying Sis...you should have STARTED out with the "she's my wife" thing so none of us thought ... differently ... of you.

:):D:)

You know my New York story? Yea, I've got a similar one that ended up in Rio De Janeiro. Hmmmm. 21st birthday, actually...It was slightly more planned, but JUST slightly. Basically, we got hammered and found out that Metallica was playing in Rio De Janeiro so we decided to go. Next thing we know, we're going through Brazilian customs with a couple of bags apiece and a desperate desire to see Metallica in a venue that only holds a few thousand people. A good week, to say the least. :)

Whoa! I think that takes the cake! Either James and Kirk are very short, or you're very very tall Spyder.

Whoa! I think that takes the cake! Either James and Kirk are very short, or you're very very tall Spyder.
Spyder is 6'11" or he might be 7'0". He is very tall.

After posting in the quitting smoking thread, I jogged my memory of a story from back on June 14th, 2001 (I know because I just looked at the MN Twins baseball almanac for the date). Anyways I was still in college at the University of MN & was working that summer for TruGreen LandCare. We worked 4 10hr days and were paid weekly, it was a great thing. Anyways while listening to P.A. & Dubay talk about the upcoming series against the Chicago Cubs my roommate & I who also worked together toyed with the idea of a road trip since we were both Twins fans & had never been to Wrigley.

So after work Thursday we went to The Library (It was a local bar) back when that was guys nite. Quarter Captain Cokes until mid-nite & free beer from 10-11pm. Needless to say I got plowed. Well the next morning I woke up in my buddies car outside of a Perkins, but not our usual stomping grounds. I go inside & find the others only to have them tell me that we were in Chicago. All I had with me was the clothes I was wearing. We saw a couple of great games & had some crazy nites out there (Stories within stories). It was all capped off by seeing a great game Sunday Kerry Wood v Brad Radke. Great times. :alchi:

it was my friend gerry's wedding, somehow we decided it would be a good idea to have a couple drinks before leaving for the wedding. Well time rolls around to leave and we realize that the 1.75L bottle of tanqis empty, and there's only 4 of us, the best man is passed out cold on the couch. the "ring bearer" is loaded and can't talk.

Well i spring into "SUPER HP" mode and instantly 'sober up' getting us to the zoo on time for the wedding, completely forgetting that the reception hall owned by the zoo is not on the campus where the animals are AT ALL! so here we are a bunch of drunken idiots walking around in penguin suits asking people if they've seen the wedding

wifey was not happy AT ALL... but at least i had my watch on upside down and realized we were actually 3 hours early!

sobered up enough to not look like fools, completely

everything went off without a hitch

all i really remember from that night is making out (in that hot monkey sex type of way) with a high school friend who is a declared lesbian after WAY too many bottles of champagne, interesting to say the least

.. I went as Don Johnson from Miami Vice (white suit, pastel t-shirt, fake badge and gun :cool2: ).

Oh NO he DID-ENT!! :lol: (You needn't have told the drunk part to be humiliated, LMAO.)

I'm bookmarking this one, heh. (Oh, and LF, one more LF/RT thing; my hubby is a twin. Go figure.)

Not my story but my buddies.
Ill call him Tim.

So Tim and his buddy (will call him Brice) are out gettin good and messed up good.
But all in a good way, LOL.

They end up back at Tims place. Nice unit in a brand new highrise apartment building.
Sure Tim and his wife can afford the rent, but there's nothing in the fridge or cupboards.

Is late and his wife is long asleep. Tim has munchies like there is no tomorow.
All that he can find is a can of re-fried beens. And Tim LOVES re-fried beens.
He heats it up slowly waiting for Brice to pass out. Does not want to share his exquisite find with anyone.

Is all hot and prepared but Brice still isnt asleep.
So he puts it in ONE bowl and sits at the table with it.
He knows though that as soon as he starts eatin that Brice will realize and want some too.

So he just sits there with that steaming bowl of re-fried beens in front of him. Just waiting for Brice to pass out so that he can enjoy it all on his own. Not making a move and no-one will be the wiser.

The next thing he knows its the morning.

He lifts his head off of the table.
He lifts his head out of the bowl of now cold and hard re-fried beans.

Brice is gone but he still has his beans.
All hard and crusty on his face.
In his hair.
Jammed and packed in his ear.

Hungry as hell he decides to take a shower (with an ice pick and scraper) to clean himself up before he goes to bed.

Or did his wife make him breakfast ???

Dont know and cant recall.

Cold and hard re-fried beans in every nook and crany that his head had to offer LMAO.

Then there's the one when he was the soberest to drive to Montreal. But the only one with no liscence.
And they all woke up while they were being put into an ambulance in THE French speaking province. :thepan: :eek: :alchi:

I did wake up in the back seat of my own car one monday morning around 9:00am. In the parking lot of the Luxor. In Las Vegas. During March Madness. Needing to be at work that night at five.

I made it back.

Las Vegas to Reno to Yuba City. Yahoo Maps it.

:)

I loved my Z-Rated '94 STS.

This is about the shittiest night of drinking I think I have ever had. plus i'm hung over right now so it makes me kind of sad to remember this story.

So it was graduation time of my senior year of college. I have an apartment that is literally 20 yards from all of the bars in campus town. A freind is having a grad party at one of the bars( they rented it out and had free beer). We decide it would be a good idea to go there and start drinking at about 2:00 pm. The last thing that I remember is it was about 7 or 7:30 and I was buying shots from my freind that was throwing the party and her sister and her mom. The next thing that I remember is im waking up on a 1.5 inch thick mat that is on a slab of concrete. F#@K!!!!!! I look around and there are about 20 other people in this enclosed room with me(there was a slipknot concert that night and a lot of people had apparently been doing a lot of crazy stuff). I ask the guy sitting next to me if he knew how(because I already knew the WHY) i had gotten arrested. He said yeah, you and I got in a fight early last night. Ooops. So finnally after getting released I call my freind that threw the party to see what I had all done. Apparently I was leaving to go to another bar and said goodbye to her. The guy that was trying to hit on her didn't like that very much. yes it was the same guy that I had just talked to in jail. he followed me out of the bar and started yelling sht at me and then i gues we went at it. the kicker is we were in the parking lot to my apartment(not 20 ft from my door) and we get arrested by god damn bike cops. And thats the rest of the story. oh and apparently while i was riding in the paddy wagon I had realised they hadcuffed me with my hands in front of me so I started calling people. unfortunately I dialed my dads number. yeah he didn't like that very much. sorry dad, i gotta go they are pulling me out of the paddy wagon right now. That night and next morning sucked ass.

Oh Ya
Details details. Just cant seem to remember them till later LMAO.

Got one of mine.

At the peeler bar after work. Is quite the dive.
But Its right on the border of the town that allows them, and the one that doesnt. And happens to be a 5 min walk from work.

So a bunch of us hit it after quittin time. We've been there long enough to have seen all the "girls" at least 5 times.
But Im thinkin probably longer. LOL.

What I recalls is my buddys have left and Im just sittin there lone watchin the billiards and the same girls but with a different song.
This couple come up to my table and ask if they can sit. This couple is a guy and a girl.
No prob......

We sit, chat, drink a few more etc....
Is now late and last call.
Turns out they live in the building right across the court yard as me. So they offer me a ride home.
Right on...I save cab fare !!

So Im in the back seat. Pretty much in the middle. Tryin to reach up and futz with the stereo....tunes are loud so easier to be able to hear the conversation from the driver (him) and his wife in the passenger seat.

Next thing I know the pasenger seat (hers) reclines right back almost in my lap.
She has her top hicked right up and exposing very nice breasts.
Im dumbfounded.

The driver (her husband) looks over his shoulder and says, "Its ok go for it".
So I do.
What do i know Im hammered.......
Im feelin her up...she gets my fly open......etc etc.....
Hes scramblin for a place to park. I start thinkin Im gettin jacked or something. Turns out not...
Got a bit hazy after that.

Next morn I get a call. My (not at the time wife) but is now answeres the phone. Guess I gave them my #.

She wanted to make sure I got home OK. (like they drove me to the door right). And wanted to know if I remembered them.
Said ya.....Thanx for the ride home....They (she) gives me there # and address to there apt across the way if I ever want to come by.

Now I know this sounds like one of those never thought it would happen to me but did articales from mens mags ; But this doesnt turn out that way.

My memory is blurred and of course my interest is peeked.
So not too long later i give a call and ask if they remember me.
Hey is it ok If I come over ?

No problem...So I trip on over, they buzz me in, I go up and knock on the door.........
My god !!!!
Now dont take this wrong anyone...But what an ugly women it was that answered the door. Thought it was someones mother.

Sure enough though it was them. They liked to swing.

But being much sober than I was during that first meeting.
Thats all that was happenining with me. Nothing standing up. All was down and just swinging.

Must say though that did stay have a couple drinks. Chawed the fat. Etc.....

Very nice couple

So, I've been in Phoenix for a few years now & last nite I finally found my first bar with pickled eggs, hog hooves & turkey gizzards. So, most of the people I was with had never scene any of these "Delicies" and kind of wondered why I was soooooo excited. Well my 165lb frame showed some guy at the bar who was well over 225lbs why I was so pumped. Not only did I take him in a 3 minute eating contest, I managed to keep mine down. Aside from showing my prowess of eating pickled bar foods I was also reminded of why I choose to be clean shaven vs. having a beard. Vomit in a beard is not very becoming on anyone & the ladies don't dig it. :alchi:

ok how can i make this short lol, so it was around my senior year of high school, had to be actually since that was the timeframe i was dating this girl pretty steadily, im a concert goer, i love em, and will get tickets to anything that comes around, so as you can imagine, the next concer to be attended was Dave mathews band, and sorry if you like them, but i hate em, but it just so happens that alot of high school/college chicks adore the dude, so i decided to go since about half of my senior class was as well, so i go to the concert with the girl im dating, we meet up with all our friends, and if any of you are from the northeast we have a great outdoor venue in CT called the meadows, or now its the dodge or some lame name like that, but partying in the parking lots is a given, kegs, cases, smoke, and plenty more extracirrucular activities going on for about 5 hours before the show, so its around 6 pm now couple hours still till the show, by this time, im tanked, and have partaked in a couple doses so im not in this world by any means, and a huge fight breaks out, this is when the riot squad decides its time to step in and while im off in lala land dosed and tanked outa my mind, the riot squad breaks out the crowd control gas, and starts zip cuffing everyone and their mother and placing them on the curb, i notice they snatched one of my buddies while im running in circles to get away from them, so survival mode kicks in, i ended up gathering up about 5 of my friends who were zip cuffed, gotta them to follow me and bolted the hell outa there, so we ended up in some woods that were up near a main street by all the parking lots, me and about 5 of my zip cuffed friends, and i cut em loose with the knife i had, so as stated earlier i hate dave mathews, i had no tickets to the show, and neither did anyone else with me, well my girl was in there, (and so was plenty of other hot tail) so we decided to get in any way possible, we followed the treeline until we came to the first outa fence thatll take you up a hill, to another fence that if you can hop (about a 9 foot wooden fence with no grip) your in the show, so we get one of the closer security guards to turn his back while we jump the first chain link fence (pretty cool guy) but as soon as we hop the chain link and start runnin up the hill to the wooden fence the cops come blaring around the corner, mind you dehydration in many forms, as well as being highly dosed does not equal for to great of an athletic performance, but somehow i made it up the hill, highjumped like an olympian and hooked my arm around the top of the fence, pulled myself over with all my might and fell over the fence right on shoulder (which hurts till this day lol) and seriously went onconcious for about 5 seconds, i woke up to security running over towards me so i ripped off my shirts and started running once again, needless to say some nice lookin chick who had already willingly taken her shirt off, tossed me hers and said here put this one before the see you!!! im a descent sized guy, 6 foot 220 pounds, work out religiously, so yes this shirt didnt fit to well but it did the job, ok i escaped the fuzz!!!! my gf decided i was to messed up to even bother with, (girls shirt on, and all types of intoxicated to go along with grass stains and what not from my advenures) so she had the nuts to blow me off after i went through all that to get in the show!!!! no worries i started dancing, and ended up with one of her good friends, (who was extremely hot) and yes i did not go home with my "previous" gf, so i guess all the hard work ended in a good result!!! what a day that was, and seriously thats the short version lol
no more posts for me for a month haha

a few weeks ago at a meeting of cadillac enthusiasts I was drinking $2 bottles of Miller Lite and a few hours later I got a bill for $56. Of course I could have drank more, but everyone wanted to leave.

Last weekend, a buddy of mine had a couple people over. Lets just say it ended up with me naked, pasted out, hanging from one of those ab work out things where you put those restriaints on and hang from a bar by your ankles. Was not a fun time explaining to my buddys mom how i ended up there in the morning when she found me.

ok how can i make this short lol, so it was around my senior year of high school,........................................... .................................................. ..................................... and seriously thats the short version lol
no more posts for me for a month haha

Rock n Roll Man :highfive:
Thats beautifull.
Minds me of the time we went to see Aerosmiths Lightning Strikes concert.
Opened with Rose Tattoo, then Nazareth.
Was my 19th Bday and my father had got us front row golds. I just had to see Nazareth.

Anyways......I recieved an album from the radio station CHUM for being the most wasted person at the concert.
I remember that he had brown shoes LMFAO.
What A night. Good thing is that what I went through was outside. My friends sisters best friend went through the same thing in the concert. They took her out on a stretcher and pummped her stomach.
Turned out her father was a cop too.
Was just too much hash in the brownies.

Was the first time really. We were just experimenting !!!!!
And all went by and was fine and frogiven, OMG.

A whole lot more in that time, but takes bout half hour to tell it person to person. Cant type that much.

Last weekend, a buddy of mine had a couple people over. Lets just say it ended up with me naked, pasted out, hanging from one of those ab work out things where you put those restriaints on and hang from a bar by your ankles. Was not a fun time explaining to my buddys mom how i ended up there in the morning when she found me.

Does this have to be about what has happened personally or could it be bout what has been witnessed that others have done.

Totally lushed out roommate. Just cant handle his alcohal whatsoever.
Wife wakes you up in the morning......

Shhhhhh! Quite! You"ve got to see this!!!

Go into the living room and there he is.
Skin mag in one hand
Other hand in his lap
Pants at his ankles
Limp in the middle.......
And no sign of any spot.

He actually passed out on himself.

Couple months later moved out and totally disapeared. I really think he left the country LMAO

All I know usually after an isane amount of alcohol there is usually some x-rated stories. But I guess one of the G-rated stories is one where I was a freshmen in college and this girl I know threw a party. She was one of the better looking ones. Well after a pint of Bacardi 151 and 7 or 8 beers, I was the life of the party. I had my head up her dress and was loving it.....and then

This one time I was really drunk. I remember me talking about hunting bunny rabbits...exactly what I said. Then, I was like I see bunny rabbits. That was the night I drank half a fifth of Goldslager(sp?) and like 8 Heinikens tall cans.

Then there was this time I passed out in Caddy and woke up throwing up chunks all over the dashboard. I had to do some serious detailing to get that shit out of there, but the party I was at really was serious that night...That involved a whole fifth of Armadale Vodka and 7 or 8 Colt 45's.

And then, there was this one night I drank alot of Aristocrat Vodka(never ever again), and I ended up passing out. I also had drank a good number of Miller High Lifes that day. The kicker in this story is that I ended up passed out in my homeboys bed after throwing up for like 3 hrs in my boxers and hands on my nuts. I eventually awoke, and started back drinking to end the night like a true drinker....

That's about all I can offer on a forum....

There's this guy that wants to challenge me in drinking, so I'm sure there will be a new story...lol. He wants to get on some hard stuff, so I'm gone get a bottle of 100 proof Wild Turkey and take it to him. Must defend the title.

I once jumped on a train at a crossing all drunk with a buddy and we decided to hang on until we got to the next crossing. There are about 10 crossings in a very short distance so the train really goes slow through the entire area maybe about 15 MPH or so. We jumped on hanging on to the rails that go up the sides of the cars and hung on till we both thought the train was picking up too much speed. We leaped off and my buddy broke his wrist and got a huge chunk taken out of his thigh by a busted fence he landed on and i got pretty scratched up. didnt feel it till the next morning. We wound up 35 miles from where we jumped on. We walked till we came out to an area we knew but thought there was no way we were that far. We called a buddy who dropped us off and went to the next crossing where we were supposed to get off.. Still a littel blurry on all the details of it since we were so drunk.

Rock n Roll Man :highfive:
Thats beautifull.

haha I love concerts man, best form of entertainment ever, such a good atmosphere with everybody partying and enjoying the scene, high school was pretty crazy though, maybe just brewskies for me next time :thumbsup:

I spent 11 years in the Navy, oh where to start.

In Hawaii once on a port call and my Ex-wife and I are getting pretty shitty at Moose McGillicutty's, with the guys on my submarine.
Just having a blast, doing shots, hitting the Jaegger with some of the other guys wifes
. Well we leave and the EX is hammered. I have to carry her on my back to the hotel. I wake up in the moring and feel something on my foot, IT IS SHIT!! She was so drunk she shit in the bed. I yell "GET UP GET UP!!" She stumbles out of bed buck naked. Looks around and says "What What??!!"
I tell here what she did and she says, " I thougth that I got up and did it."
Well she did. Some was on the bed and the rest was in pile near the front door of the room.

Oh man.

I have some TJ ones. San Diego is another spot where I have been so drunk I couldn't remeber where the base was.

I spent 11 years in the Navy, oh where to start.

In Hawaii once on a port call and my Ex-wife and I are getting pretty shitty at Moose McGillicutty's, with the guys on my submarine.
Just having a blast, doing shots, hitting the Jaegger with some of the other guys wifes
. Well we leave and the EX is hammered. I have to carry her on my back to the hotel. I wake up in the moring and feel something on my foot, IT IS SHIT!! She was so drunk she shit in the bed. I yell "GET UP GET UP!!" She stumbles out of bed buck naked. Looks around and says "What What??!!"
I tell here what she did and she says, " I thougth that I got up and did it."
Well she did. Some was on the bed and the rest was in pile near the front door of the room.

Oh man.

I have some TJ ones. San Diego is another spot where I have been so drunk I couldn't remeber where the base was.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. A friend of mine got so drunk she pissed, shit, threw up and started her period while passed out on New Years eve. Woke up covered in it all. Now thats crunk!

A couple of my more memorable stories:


1)My 17th birthday.My buddy Dave was living in his parents old house with his girlfriend.A huge house on a huge lake. Private gate,in-ground trampoline,boat,jet skis,pool,huge guest house and even a Rolls Royce Corniche ll and 2001 Camaro SS in the garage. BALLIN! I asked if i could throw a kegger there,he didnt want to,but i am a master of persuasion.

We got 2 kegs and set up his turn tables and started the night. Id say 50-70 people showed up.Around 1am or so,the neighbors called his parents(who lived out in Cocoa) and they in turn called him and told him to wrap it up. Lucky for me my dad was in Texas on business,so we loaded up the Eco Van(a buddys old '91 Caravan that had a plants growing in it and tree frogs living in it) with remaining half a keg and headed to my house in what probably looked like a convoy. Oh,i was driving the van and didnt even have a license at the time(dumb).I dont remember much after i got back to my house.I remember my buddys girlfriend driving me to the store and buying me an orange lighter,and i drew hearts on it with a green marker,thats about it.


2)After a night of heavy drinking,i wanted to drive to the 24 hour McDonalds at like 5am and get breakfast.I made it to my car,and got in.I woke up about 5 hours later with the drivers door wide open and my legs hanging out of the car.Still dont know how i passed out like that.

3) About 2 months ago,my stripper friend that works at Cheaters in Cocoa Beach wanted to have a party at her work.So me and my room mate and his girlfriend and Kristy all ride out in the Brougham and get a hotel.We drive a couple minutes down A1A to the club. We were able to get in and drink because she was cool with the bartenders and door lady. We had a 1.75 of Grey Goose and had a table in VIP. I got hammered real quick. Drinking straight shots of Patron and Tanqueray and Tonics all night.Had so much T and A in my face it was nuts.I had a stripped pick a dollar off my head with her ass.Yes,i had fun.

Oh and we were going out the car and drinking Goldschlager and Jeiger the whole time. I was taking a whiz by my car and the Police rolled by with his window down.Lucky for me his head was turned,wow. We all hop in the Fleet and ride back to the hotel.I apparently was driving like an *******,system bumping all the way.I keep drinking and decide i want to go back to Orlando.Im about to get in my car and then i had a moment of clarity and went back up to the room. Woke up half naked and started shaking my junk at my friend for no reason.Jeeze. We all went to Perkins and i was still kinda drunk. I ate 6 pieces of shitty french toast,made a remark to an elderly couple and me and Kristy and Key rode back to beautiful Casselberry.

Yep.

I spent 11 years in the Navy, oh where to start.
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Amen to service drinking stories :highfive:

spent two years in Korea (thats all i have to say if youve been on tour there)
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