I was 19 and my friends were all 21, 22 and so on. So they were all going to a bar to play pool, so they decided I should drink as much as I could before we left. So they handed me a hip bottle of Fleishmans whiskey (I'm sure I spelled it wrong). I downed it and we left. On the way I drank3 beers or so, yes, in the car. We got to the bar, I sat on a stool, at an entire bowl of pistachios and feel to the floor. I got up and staggered to the mens room where I was pissing in one urinal and heaving up pastachios in the one next to me. Half chewed pistachios really hurt comming up. The next thing I remember was the bounce picking me up off the bathroom floor and walking me out to my friends car. To this day I still cringe when I smell pistachios, but I'll still drink from tme to time.

Bill

OH man... :D

Shortly after I moved away from home I moved into a house shared with 5 other young "promising" student. You know the kind of thing where we all have our own rooms but share kitchen and bathrooms.
One night me and another guy from the house have some beers while we played some "Sensible Soccer" on the ol' Amiga (man those were the days :D )
Anyways we run out of beer at 10:05pm and are acextly 5 minutes too late to buy more... so what to do? What to do?

So my buddy says: I got a bottle of Snaps!
It seemed like a good idea at the time... it was NOT.

Now I know that most of the readers here have no idea what Snaps is - and be glad that you don't :D
It is the Devils work... and it tastes even worse. But for some reason it is like a national treasure here in Denmark.

A full bottle of Snaps later and we head on downtown. I quickly head home again... on foot. I have no idea how I managed to stumble home but I did. Took me 15 minutes to get the key in the door just to get into the house... but I am SO drunk that I just give up trying to get the key into the door to my own room.
So the kitchen looks like a great place to sleep at this point. So I sit myself in a big comfy chair. After about 10 second I feel really really bad so I open up the window as I needed some more fresh air. It works fine until such time that I actually have to take a shit.
So off to the toilet. And its a very very small toilet. Sitting on the toilet I can juuust rest my head on the edge of the sink that is right in front of me. But then I have to puke. And I can't turn around because stuff is still coming out my rear end. And I can't puke so far as into the sink... so I just barely get to think "pull your legs under the toilet..."
So there I am kind of stuck on the toilet. My legs are starting to get numb after a while but I can't really get up without standing in my own pile of puke...
I have no idea how I managed to get out of there or even how I got into my room and into bed. But at 10am the next morning the other people from the house start banging the door wanting to know when I will take care of the pile of puke on the floor... :D

Now... I never drink Snaps again.

In highschool a sort-of girlfriend tried to get me drunk and take advantage of me. I didn't need any whiskey, but I guess she thought it would be a good idea since it would have been my first time. Not only did she get me way too drunk for me to possibly do anything, but I spent the night puking and could here her doing a friend directly upstairs from me. Then I was sick for two days on vacation with my parents the following morning.

Plausible denial....like "what pile of puke" I have NO idea what you are talking about. LMAO.. you were lucky you could finally get up.. in NY once they had to break down this guys wall cuz he was stuck on the toilet with his leg between the bowl and the wall. Of course it made the 2nd page of the Post. |cool|

*makes note to self*..tell fuzzy never drink Snaps.

I guess when I was in high school and went to the girl down the roads house for new years eve party while her parents were out. She was the "it" girl in highschool.. so all of the good looking people were there, (plus me lol).

Anyway, someone was making mixed drinks so I had some of those. Had a real cute girl sitting on my lap kissing on me and such, and I was so brain dead I could hardly think of anything other than being sick. So I got up, and just started to walk home. Got home and knelt in front of the toilet for 15 minutes or so and went to bed.

It was about 10:00pm.

I still dont drink almost ever.

My worst experience was when we went over to some friend house one evening. We had been drinking for a while, but then started doing Tequila shots. I was so fucked up that I passed out on the front porch. My wife pulled my pants down to my ankles and left me out there for a while.

Oh well... at least after I sobered up a little bit, I got to fuck my friends wife! So, maybe it wasn't so bad after all :)

My worst drunken *hic* experience was when I woke up with my arms tightly wound around a man's tight *hic* ass.

Oops, did I say that outloud? *hic*

Haha, did your friend know about it? |bow|

Your friends wife?? |pimpin

BWAHAHAH..lol..

hehehehe..Those were the days in NY..LOL..Don't forget studio 54 for what it was ..:)

Yeah. He got to fuck my wife too, so I guess it really worked out for everybody! :D

I may need to move :D

6 rowdy marines in a motel room after pulling security at a joint chiefs of staff meeting in pensacola florida for 2 weeks straight. Me, an ice bucket full of kamakazi (I chugged the dang thing) and proceeded to wreak havoc in the motel room. Any Heavy Metal band or rapper of today would have been proud of the destruction i wrought. I am not proud of that, or the naughty phone call to my then fiancee at 2 o'clock in the am screaming obscenities i thought would be a real turn on, but it was funny when i pulled two of the other guys out of bed and made them drill for an hour (drill is formation marching) now THAT was freaking hilarious.

I was in Val Thorens in France for a season as a skibum and shared room with 6 other bums in 27 squaremeters apartment.

Sweden won the hockey in the olympics 1992 after Forsbergs goal.

I decided to celibrate, I got so drunk that I took a shit in my sleepingbag, woke up and stumble thru the room with poo on my hands (everywhere to be exact) to go to the bathroom.
When I finally got to the bathroom there where shit everywhere, walls, floor, people, clothes and so on. It was a dirty job cleaning that sleeping bag next day and not to talk about saying sorry to my roommates.

But.... what the hell, we won the olympics!

/Thomas

I cannot post stories though enjoy yours.. fact is I must be allergic to alcohol or something but whenever I had ONE glass of beer or a coctail I simply fell asleep :) It is not something one should do in company... So I better don't drink :D

When I was 16 or so I got really drunk at a bar while celebrating a new flag for our sportsclub or something like that, I passed out in the toilets. Half an hour later I woke up because a bunch of people were pounding on the door. After 10 minutes I realised they were trying to wake me up. So I woke up and opened the door. What I didn't realised was that apparently I had taken a dump... next to the toilet.
Next thing I knew I woke up in my bed the next morning :)

Happy happy :D

Oh yeah, the miami cheetos adventure was nice too :D

like you remember that |waves|

Ok... mine was in New Orleans. I really got into those daquiris... you don't really feel like you're drinking, it's hot, you're walking up and down Bourbon Street and 3 bluecrack daquiris and 2 hurricaines later you're blitzed out of your mind.

I had always prided myself on being able to out-drink my hubby so he had fun laughing at me that night. Don't remember a DAMN thing I said/did but he has fun telling me about it. I guess I made quite the spectacle of myself although he's still shocked I didn't get sick.... and I didn't have TOO bad of a hangover the next day. Just wore my sunglasses quite a bit and had a little headache.

That's MY worst drunk... usually I'm the one laughing @ everyone else. lol

|pokefun|

Some girls birthday/barn party. Wandered around her yard spewing vomit. Taken inside the house by a friend. Girl's mother took me in the bathroom. Gave me disapproving looks. I threw up for a half hour. Passed out next to the toilet. Woke up. 5 guys standing around me. My hands and legs were bound in duct tape.

There's many more I dare not remember.