Whats your worst drunked experience?
 

Damn, I haven't started a thread for a long long time... now since I'm a little bit drunk, and I remember some fuckups I did long time ago when I was drunk, I wonder, what was your worst experience beeing drunk?

I remember getting home after a party. I opened the window, it was freaking cold, but I didn't mind since I barely stood on my feet. So I opened the window to get some fresh air in my room and laid on the bed. I don't remember when I fall asleep, I just remember getting up real quickly because I got sick and I needed to throw up, the only option was the damn window. The neighbours under our apartment, they probably heard the sound from the food I throwed up falling on the sill and somebody decided to check if it's raining or not. I remember throwing up peacefully and seeing that hand reaching thru the window under me...

Shit happens and that's all I can say about it :) So what's your story?

We were drinking in my parked car one day & my buddy bet me that I was so plastered that I wouldn't be able to drive around the block.

I hit a parked car on the 2nd turn & fled, only to have the cops see me flying out onto the main street.

I don't really drink.

About the only time that I've ever really gotten really drunk and puked was before school in ninth grade. I drank a whole gallon of strawberry wine and then puked all over the kid in the seat in front of me in English class.

Taking LSD in typing class didn't go over too well either.

My worst collision with alcohol would have to be back when I was in the army. A bunch of us were sent to a language refresher course at BYU for a couple of weeks. The night before graduation (yes, there was a graduation for a two week refresher course), as I was saying, the night before graduation, we all got blitzed at the hotel. That was the worst drunk I ever had. Damned Southern Comfort. I woke up around 4am, sat up in bed, vomited all over the comforter, then fell back asleep. The alarm clock went off at 6:30 and I woke up soaking wet. Having forgot that I had vomited, my first thought was that I had pissed myself. Then the odor hit me. I screamed to my buddy get that fucking filthy comforter off of me. I was screwed all day long. Horrible, horrible hangover.

While in the Navy when I was 20 we did some ops with the Canadian Forces in the Cold Lake Alberta area, we worked all day and partied all night. I was a heavy drinker in those days and I could hold my own, but I got very drunk before we went out one night, and while we was out I guzzled a gallon of long island ice tea, (that wasn’t even mine) so being as it was about 7pm and I was damn near passed out, they took me back to our room on base.

After they left me I knew I had to throw up and the bathroom was maybe 4 feet from the bed and a window was maybe 3 feet, so I opened the window, and I remember sitting there on the floor head and arm on the window still, thinking how nice it was, drunk as fuck, a nice cool breeze and looking forward to throwing up since I knew I was going to be very sick the next day.

The time came and I started to throw up like there was no tomorrow, over and over, probably the most I ever thrown up in my life. After I got to the dry heaves I sat there thinking how much better I felt…. Then I realized how wet I was…. I opened the window, but not the storm window…. I had so much vomit all over me and the windows, the walls, the floor you name it.

I spent an eternity stumbling up and down the halls looking for cleaning supplies and cleaning it up. I got the mess, but not the smell and all I could hear later when they got near our room was “what the fuck is that nasty ass smell”

I got a lot of shit over that night.
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I wore Red and Blue makeup and an orange wig at a Bills game :)

:D That's beautiful!
I'm dying over here. |haha

that's disgusting! |dizzy|

oke nice i will post on this one i have been drunken only ones in my life it was the first and the last time, i was 18 and it was with my hubby(yeah long time together since i am 36 now) we had a fuck on a parking place which was regular for all our friends on a saturday (yeah the regular weekend fuck when you still live at your parents home) i was on top and then suddenly my right leg was stuck between the door and the car chair, the only way i could get loose was open the door and run to the other side of the car to get in, but then the story went different i felt out of the car when the door opend, so there i was naked and drunk like hell on the ground of an parking thing, because it was always very quiet there ,some friends open their cardoor to see whats going on with the noise outside from me laughing..........almost 18 years late i stll have to hear that story.....remember you lay there naked drunk as hell...it was the first time and the last time i was drunk....hell i never bin so sick like a dog the next day....and who cares i ws there naked :D

Well, there was the time I rolled a tire down a busy city street in downtown Austin because I wanted to see how far it would roll... it actually went a few blocks dodging cars before eventually falling over. Not my proudest moment heheh. :D

Anyone ever take a drunken piss in the middle of the night only find out the "bathroom" you thought you were in was not the bathroom at all? Not that I've ever done that of course... I just hear about these things.
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First of all, Verbal, congrats for the new avatar (check the sig! I needed to congrat you for sooo long! :)) Second of many, I think I'll start a thread called "What is your worst 'high on pot' experience" LOL! This is going pretty well! Keep em coming :)

I was going to leave this town I'm from and move to the capital, Sofia. So my friends put a party for my and my cousin thought a nice drinking bet is a good idea. So we had to drink Vodka on EX. For unenlighted ones, that means you need to drink the whole 100g at once. The problem is, I was drinking Menta (as you presume, a menthol drink) with milk to put out the fire in my throat. The problem was, that one of my buddies was filling my glass with more vodka whenever I drank from it. So I was drinking vodka + (vodka + menta + milk)... after about 1 hour or so I remember saying something like "that's enough of me" and I went to bad.... the worst thing is I saw myself on camera and with some of my friends playing with me while I was drunk asleep... damn fuckers! On the morning I woke up, felt really fresh, all wet. I was thinking "wow I feel great, I can't believe the World is not spinning"... I stood up and felt down and almost broke my nose in the floor. I learned 2 lessons:

1. Always watch your glass carefully!
2. Dont stand up too quicky after that kind of night or you may feel the floor with your face

Although it wasn't such a bad evening :)

Worst one I had was when our band was playing.
On the north end of KC (not the best area at that time) at some warehouse bar.
It was a multi band night thing, so after our show, 3rd of 5, the other two bands before us we're getting pretty bored to we jumped in a van and went to hit the West Port bars.
Shot after shot, chaser after chaser.
Must have been around 2am and I do remember piling into the back seat of the van.
Next thing I remember is waking up in a hotel parking lot in Denver the next afternoon.
It was the next stop on that tour - still don't know how we got there, but I was already checked in LOL

We were going night fishing on a pretty large boat. I'm one to always drink beer and wine but the idiots that were supposed to bring the beer brought 1 case for 4 guys. Obviously we were out after about before we even tossed a line.

They broke out the Jack and I was drinking that as fast as beer. At some point I woke up heaving over the side of the boat. Jack and the smell of chum just don't mix.

The good thing is that before I passed out I did end up catching a a few blues.

hehe..there have been so many..

One time, I drank so much Brass Monkey (used to put it in the fridge till it became nice and frozen) I started feeling strange. You know that drunk strange feeling that starts at your toes..So I went to lie down on the bed = big mistake. Room started spinning and I mean really doing a roller coaster number..I started moaning, saying really weird shit like the white poodle is coming or whatever. Boyfriend at the time recognized the signs, picked up the bedroom garbage can (full of paper, tissues, junk stuff) and held it next to my head just in time..I turned my head to the right, which was fortunate because it was the side of the bed, and let loose!! He caught it with the garbage can kinda like the cartoons. Didnt phase me, I said that felt good, and passed out.

Another time, it was red devils (I used to like those damned sweet drinks). I was in a bar in Queens slowly getting plastered with some friends. Think I had about 7-8 red devils, plus we smoked whatever was passing around. Hehe..My friend Janet looked at me and said "Hey, GF..You're cross-eyed!!" LOL..I said "no Shit!!" and fell off the stool, passed out..hehehe..

The very first time I got whooptified was when I was 16 again with my friend Janet..She drank a whole bottle of plum wine (yuk) and I drank a quart bottle of Tango in 15 minutes..I ended up face plastered to the porcelain god, yelling at God and the Devil who were both sitting on opposite sides of the tank cover laughing at me..

Don't get me started on the acid/peyote/shroom/opiated pot-hash/black gunga phase..


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Yes, I can can prove it :)
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I'd mention the time I threw up on my dog, but I told that story already :D

GG you can tell them about the first time thats we meet. :D

I had a bunch but my buddy and i allways went to the the parties after the hockey tournaments drink all the free draft beer we could and then go out to the bars smoke some |potleaf|
Then i decided to try a new shot Crown Royal not good |drunk| the next thing i know i am walking into the beer cooler to take a piss when i realized where i was i turned into six bouncers all about 6'4" 250 taking me out back in ally |help| |knockout|

All i remember after that was my buddy trying to get me up from sleeping on someones stairs and took me home LOL

And I thought I was the only person ever stupid - er, daring - enough to do that...

Ya ought to try doing it while playing violin in a youth orchestra at a concert in the auditorium of the State Dept in DC :)

hmmm .. hard question..so many drunks so little space..

Probably once in the "free love" days of the late 70's ..my pal Bobby and I decided to hit every bar on 1st ave from 60th to 79th street for at least 2 rounds. We made it as far as 71st to the Recovery room (so named cuz it was in the shadow of NY Hospital). I remember, barely, Bobby's friend from Sweden was the bartender and he was pouring heavy handed sidecars & Bloody Marys. I remember going with the 2 of them back to his apartment. I remember having 1 brown dick in one hand and 1 pink one in the other and not knowing which holly pop to grab first. The very next thing i remember is waking up from either the sun streaming into the room or the snore from behind me. I remember opening an eye, and seeing bobby but then hearing that snore again behind me, gingerly peeping over my shoulder and seeing "someone" and then looking at the bottom of the bed and seeing "someone" else. OYE. Looking at my watch and seeing it was 10am and i was due at work at 8am. Ran to the street and called my boss who promptly chastized me. I said..well that's what happens when you are young single and living in NYC.

I'm sure i had a GREAT time.. i just wish i could remember. And my friend Bobby who i'd left naked in the same bed with 2 strangers, would never tell me exactly what happened except that i had a great time. YEAH likely story!!

hmmm then there was the time in Atlanta...walking home with only my shirt on...

Oh wait.. maybe that New Years Eve in Miami at the Orange Bowl parade..

NO NO NO.. wait.. G's retirement party from the Navy..

See when your old you can have MANY drunken stories!!

I see |pink when i'm tipsy.

Nice pics of Jim :D

Torn
Cold Lake Alberta sure lives up to it's name eh? Damn cold there!

I was driving 2 friends home at almost 3am in the winter, temp about 20degrees so cold. We dropped one off and cut thru an industrial park to get home. A train was going by so we stopped. It was taking a long time so we reclined the seats waiting. The car was just warming up so we had the fan on full blast warming the car up. Then I woke up at 6:30 in the morning sweating like crazy since the heater was still on full. It was light out and we sitting right there in the middle of the road, windows fogged up and the car still going.

Hehe..G/F, you were uptown with the classy peeps..
You should have hung downtown with me and the rest of the NYC scum back in those days..LOL..Half the time we were toasted giving hand jobs on bikes roaring thru 3rd ave..LOL..
OOps..gonna ruin my rep with tales like that..

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I was there for 2 weeks in October '92 I think it was, weather wise we timed it perfectly, chilly, but not real cold yet.

But I did make it to the lake itself with a chic around 3am and yeah... parts of me got real cold that night.:D

LOL

My friend is an ATC in the Air Force and was stationed there for 4 years or so.

I have my share of dtwn drunken stories too..lmao.

OH lordy.. the pseudo VIP room at the Peppermint Lounge...4 walls covered by cum stained red flannel sheets..

the alley next to CBGB's watching some blonde chick giving head to Joey Ramone.

Waking up at home and trying to find my pants (i found them later in my car, on the floor, parked on Riverside drive. must have walked home naked from the waist down. ) then about 3 hours later remembering the cute little drummer who needed a ride uptown. Guess i made him "pay" for it. LMAO

Trying to figure out if the elevator from the WTC2 was going up or down from the 44th floor lounge.

being the only 2 white chicks at Small's Paradise on 133 and Lenox just to hear Bob Marley sit in with the house band in 1975.

ooops that was "uptown" |jackinthe

So many hilarious stories in this thread :D

There's a reason why I don't drink any more. Seen too many stupid things and too many stupid things has happened. Alcohol is evil ;)
I can't really think of a specific incident that was really stupid, but I remember one that was kind of funny.

It was while I was in school and still lived at home. It was the first time I was really drunk infront of my parents. I lived pretty far from the city and I wanted to get home, so I decided to call my parents to pick me up (mistake #1). When we got on the freeway, I said I felt sick and needed to throw up, so mom stopped in the middle of the freeway. When she stopped I laughed and said I was only kidding. I did that every half mile and I thought it was pretty funny, and after the 5th time mom was pretty pissed, but didn't want to risk me throwing up in the car.
When we got home I puked in the toilet and slept well for the rest of the night :D

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