what are some of the good drunk stories? that you guys have?
can’t really remember, it’s been years since i have been that drunk
i got a few bout you fred…
shift knob
or…
thanks for coming out…
i’ll let him fill in the detials.
i have a few, one involves puking under the table at Bobby Dales and the other involves land mines outside, puking and sshitting at the same time, , and some other crazy shit. that’s all i’m saying. the rest is to embarassing.
never been drunk before… sorry
LOL dont really remember thanks for coming out, it was my b-day and drank way too much. and the shift knob, that embarrising soo that might stay in the closet but it might come out sooner or later.
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thanks for coming out 
One that comes to mind.
Living in Venice Beach, CA me and my roomate/best friend went to Santa Monica to the Circle Bar one night. After about 8 jager bombs and lapping the bar 1000 times it’s last call. She stumbles out and I tell her that I would drive, she couldn’t even get the key in the door to unlock it. “Naaaaaaaaaaaa girl I am O-K” :ugh: So we are on the way home, and we stopped at a quickie mart cause I needed cigs and she wanted a bag of chips. I go in for 2 mins, come out and she’s gone. POOF, Casper. So I walk round the building thinking she drove back there to puke, Nothing. So I start walking the mile back to our apt, in my knee high boots and leather mini skirt, telling at least 2 cabs that I wasn’t a hooker LOL. She’s not at the Apt. (which is gated and I had no keys cause she drove). So I had to climb over the concrete wall to the garage, standing on some poor bastards car roof, and waited for a while–no cell phones. She didn’t return. So I had to kick my door in, breaking the frame, and had about 2 hours till I went to work. Called the cops, called the hospitals, nothing. Bout 10 am I get a call from her, she was in Jail in SM. Seems she was driving towards Malibu (god knows why–she doesn’t remember) and stopped dead center in the middle of an intersection. Cop comes by, and lights her up. As she turns down the window, she asked the cop “Where’s Terri?” (me). :bowrofl: She didn’t realize she left me there. When she got realeased, there was a jack in the box bag on the passenger seat. Guess she was hungry.
Two Vicodin 750s, a few draws on a bowl, a six pack of Old English, and five or six shots of vodka at a party in Glenshaw.
Came to a couple hours later at a party in Cherry City. Drank nearly an entire 30-pack of MGD in under two hours, passed out. Spent the night being babysat by a North Hills cheerleader who changed my puke bowl as needed.
Woke up around 2:30pm, confused about where the hell I was, uncertain where my car was, and with grey flesh. I think sunlight coming through the window was actually burning my eyeballs out of my head. I called a friend of mine, who picked me up. I wrapped myself in a blanket, and looked down at the sidewalk until i made it into the back of his T-Bird, where I was cocooned.
I was sick (and sore) for at least two days afterward.
haha, that is classic
Circle Bar is the shit too! we went there 3 times when i was out there last time. I love chilling in the back outside area!
i almost feel motivated to tell a few stories… but they take to long to type
When I was 15 (and 115lb), I drank an entire bottle of Wild Turkey on an empty stomach, after eating some pills my friend had for migraines. I got really paranoid that I was going to die, so I started eating everything I could find in hopes that the food would slow down processing the alcohol. I ate an entire bunch of bananas and about half of a loaf of bread, and then puked black banana (I guess the stomach acid blackens bananas?) all over my friend’s kitchen. I couldn’t eat bananas for years afterward.
After a similar night of binge drinking that same summer, I was convinced again that I was going to die, so I talked my also very drunk friend into walking to Eat N Park with me… five miles away. I figured if I’m doing something physical, I wouldn’t die.
oh boy, here we go…
Driving down to Oakland to go to a party with a couple of friends of mine and a girl that I was somewhat talking to. On my way down, I’m driving on 2nd avenue in Hazelwood from W. Mifflin, and as I stop at the red light right next to the new laundromat and 6 pack shop, some gangbanger is walking across the street and heads straight for my ride… I decide fuck it from right there and blow thru the light, only to see dude pull a gun… Luckily he didn’t squeeze off any shots, but I was extremely pissed and upset.
Anyways, because of this I go to this party in a hellbent mood to get drunk. I get there, and right as I get there the girls I know are all leaving. Fuck it, I say, I’m going home. But, the girl talks me into going back to her room and well drink a little there… So, we go back, and she talks me into going shot for shot on some Vodka. Now, hard liquor and Sean do not get along… I take shots and I get angry drunk and end up waking up in some place I dont remember.
Anyways, I end up doing about 11 shots of Skyy in 45 minutes. We’re on the 8th floor of the Sorority house in the middle of winter, and all the sudden I’m not feeling too good and need some fresh air. As I go over to the window, I accidentally push the screen out the window and down onto the ground. As the wind hits me, the world starts to spin and I know I’m puking.
Out it comes… Puking for a good 30 seconds, then I feel better, only to hear the splash of puke hitting the ground, which causes me to puke all over again (I have a weak stomach). I finally realize I’m puking out a window and look down only to notice a University of Pittsburgh police car directly below me with a strange red stain splashed all over the roof. I finally decide with the girls help that it might be a good idea to come inside and go into the bathroom, which I do.
About a half hour later, I look outside to see a cop with a confused look on his face looking at the red liquid all over his hood, roof, and windshield. Next thing I remember, I wake up and it was about 3:30pm in the afternoon, and the girl was waking me up rushing me out b/c they were looking for “a young man who puked on a cop car last night from somewhere in this building”.
oh well, not a great story, but the best one I have
Too Prove my brother wrong - He told me I couldn’t even down one shot of Rum 151 without being knocked on my ass … I did 8 double shots in an hour… I don’t know how I drove to work the next morning … I don’t remember
Majic number 13 for me and some of the girls (don’t ask) I did 11 shots of vodka, taquilla and something else again don’t remember played flip cup some how won dunno - -Passed out on the couch woke up running to the bathroom knockin down the shower curtain interupting some poor horney freshman and god knows who doing it - After i did what I had to do… Looked up and asked if my friend was beating me then screamed bring me another shot - On the way out of the party I hurled on some guys shoes - whoops
Got very drunk on Vacation with my bf - -Drank way too much wine, too many shots and here I am trying to make it to the bathroom…Giggling bouncing off the tables… I finally make to the bathroom and didn’t return to the table for what he told me at least 15 mins I was standing in front of the mirror telling myself how drunk I was and that I should really stop drinking… all the while giggling and touching my lips since they were numb - now We are in a very EXPENSIVE restuarant and i keep putting them back … I had clams… Later that night with the rallying that I normally do start screaming Sorry I wasted the clams – Run out of the bathroom and start body slamming the bed getting up then doing it again… next morn I was pretty bruised …
This one got me in trouble - - I went to Aruba at some bar my man was wearing the same shirt as someone else…Again me getting lit wasn’t paying attention I ran up to this random guy pinched his ass spun him around and kissed him… To my surprise it wasn’t my man – My man was on the other side of the bar watching what I had just done… MEGA WHOOPS…
well lets see. it started early this night. around 6pm. hooters girl comes over to my apartment (not for me but she was there for a roomate) i make myself a captain and coke. (about a 40oz one) and she made one also. we start playing quarters. and instead of drinking what is in the shot glass we drink out of our cups. so i go thru 3 of these 40oz drinks in about 40 minutes. and im feeling really good (kinda bloated at this point also) then we leave there and go to another party… kinda beat so we will skip to the next party. now at party 3 we are at fellow hooters girls apartment. i now have over a 1/5 of captain in me and i continue to find thebiggest glass in the apartment and start drinking.
well i may have had one or two more things of captain. now comes the fun chugging part of me. i grab my glass fill it 3/4 with captain pick up the coke and forget to put the coke into the glass. now i have straight capt. i challenge my friends to out chug me (which in 5 years of drinking i havent found one person who can ask silverws6 he has witness it first hand) i then challenged myself. and guess what. i lost. because the next thing i know its 630 in themorning i woke up in a pile of puke in a girls bedroom. her boyfriend (who was a bouncer at a bar near by) is there and they are picking me up and putting me on the bed. i look in the mirror on the closet door and notice i have SHARKY’S written across my neck and a penis on my face. they call a cab and i remember walking into my apartment around 715
next morning i wake up and have 5 more dollars in my pocket then when i left. i guess they paid for the cab and all. nice people i tell ya.
there is one more story from last month when i was in s.carolina. ill try to find it and post it.
well let me start off at the beginning of the evening. ok i drank about 14-16 beers at a friend of a friends house down in s.carolina. i was training my buddys commander’s kids how to do back flips off of the railiing into the pool. they were 11, 13, 16. that was when i was getting drunk… then we went back to my buddies house dropped his sis off then headed out to go to the bar. we go over another one of his friends house and start to BS and then talk about their cars in the garage.
04ish M3 and a 02ish Vette start saying how i want either of them badly. and just being a huge fan of both cars. while intoxicated. well another one of their friends pulls up ready to go to the bar in his s2000. now this part is a blur. but he somehow said that his car was quick and i quickly had to ask him what his 1/4 mile time was. he said 13.2… i just went along with it and then he mentioned that he was bone stock. i began to ask for the time slip.
He said"its at my house"
I said “well lets go ill get in the pass seat i have nowhere to go”
he says"no"
i continue to antagonize over and over and over… well you get the point
he says " get away from his car and dont touch it."
i say “ok” as i put my pointer finger on the black plastic under the pass window. then he gets pissed and i mean PISSED and comes over and next thing i know is that im gettin the back of my head punched in 4 times. i looked right at my buddy and said “welp i think its time to go” “and your s2000 sucks and is slow and…” well actually dotn remember much after this cause i had consumed a lil too much alchy at this point.
drank untill i died once.
:dunno: ppl tell me stories about when i was drunk, i don’t tell ppl
whitey really needs to post in this thread.
shit, I could write enough of his stories to fill up a whole page on here. And they’d all be hilarious.
OK got one for all ya. Me being underage its not a smart idea to be drinking in public or be telling anyone but… My friends and i got this great idea to go to canada for spring break in early april.(great idea to go south, not north into more snow but anyways…) the legal drinking age in 19 but im the youngest out of the group and only 18. Well we got to the hotel and then walked 1/4 mile to the liquoir store and buy around $150 worth of alcohol for our pregame… well after downing almost an entire bottle of skyy alone, we walked another good 6 blocks to the wild mushroom. We sat there from around 9 till god knows drinking jager/coke but i was told by my friends after round 7 i walked outside the bar, puked into a sewer drain, came back in did another 3 rounds and left. The next thing i remember was me laying in the hotel lobby hurling what felt like internal organs out into the from waterfall/fountain. my friends told me they went to dennys for breakfast thinking i went back to the room. so theres anywhere from 2-4 hours of my life blank.
next post will have the worst/greatest story of my life…