ever been this drunk
Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 1:51 am
ever been this drunk?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5afR8HBGoo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5afR8HBGoo
Not this week but I'm working on it. Give a guy a break.
Cheers Mike
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 5:34 pm
Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 10:45 pm
That is one of the worsed things I have ever seen.
Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 1:09 pm
If I was ever that drunk, I would not have remembered it, which was my weekend life from about 17-21, so it could have happened.
Funny, once I was legal to drink, my drinking went way down.
Funny, once I was legal to drink, my drinking went way down.
Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 12:11 pm
I have been that drunk once. I did not do that, but I did shit my pants while passed out. If your interested here is the story below...if not, then screw you and don't read it.
I went out and started out doing pitchers with 2 "friends" at a bar a few blocks from where one of said friends lived. A few hours later we went to an area downtown where there are several bars all right next door to each other, I remember being all buzzed up already when we left the first place. We settled in a meat market type of bar where everyone goes to try to hook up (BTW, I had no luck that night
) and I asked one of my friends if he wanted to race drinking Vodka Tom Collins and see who could drink more in the shortest amount of time. I remember going up to him and telling him I had 5 and he said he still was on his first one *in case you have not figured it out, he was not racing me but instead letting me think I kicking his ass, and in the mean time having a good time watching me get completly blasted*. The very last thing I remember is putting my arm around the blonde cocktail waitress and telling her whenever she comes around with those shots she was carrying, to come find me and I will buy one. Cut to the next morning, I wake up on all fours (picture the fetal position but face point down to the floor) on the couch to find my apartment a complete mess. Food all over the floor, stuff dumped everywhere, head just pounding. I go into the bathroom and find puke all over the walls, the shower, the sink, the mirror and on the floor. It looks like someone had projectile puke and didn't make it to the bathroom in time, then didn't even bother to clean it up. I thought to myself "wow, Bob (my roommate) must have been pretty drunk" because I didn't remember puking. No matter how drunk I have been, I remember puking, well....not this time. I pull my pants down to take a crap and find them full of several hour dried shit. Still being to dumb to put 2 and 2 together, I still think that is Bob's puke and I am not cleaning it up. I call one of my friends who I went out with and asked him what time we left last night, he laughs and said they left at midnight and I stayed there. So I took a few hits of the Cuz and tried to recover until Bob woke up. When he did all he did was laugh and ask if I cleaned up my puke yet. Some people I worked with saw me out and one said I was talking to him and swaying back and forth and back and forth, then I fell back on to a table and tripped knocking glasses off the table and falling at the feet of a big biker guy. The biker guy picked me up off the floor and my co-worker said I looked at him and said "Ooooooooo" Then a lady who worked in the purchasing department told me the following Monday that she was taking her babysitter home and saw me stumbling down the sidewalk at about 2:30am. She said she was going to stop and give me a ride but she saw me walk flat into a telephone pole and she said she was not going to pick me up like that with a babysitter in the car. So, I think I have been that drunk, just did not do that....I don't think.
I went out and started out doing pitchers with 2 "friends" at a bar a few blocks from where one of said friends lived. A few hours later we went to an area downtown where there are several bars all right next door to each other, I remember being all buzzed up already when we left the first place. We settled in a meat market type of bar where everyone goes to try to hook up (BTW, I had no luck that night
) and I asked one of my friends if he wanted to race drinking Vodka Tom Collins and see who could drink more in the shortest amount of time. I remember going up to him and telling him I had 5 and he said he still was on his first one *in case you have not figured it out, he was not racing me but instead letting me think I kicking his ass, and in the mean time having a good time watching me get completly blasted*. The very last thing I remember is putting my arm around the blonde cocktail waitress and telling her whenever she comes around with those shots she was carrying, to come find me and I will buy one. Cut to the next morning, I wake up on all fours (picture the fetal position but face point down to the floor) on the couch to find my apartment a complete mess. Food all over the floor, stuff dumped everywhere, head just pounding. I go into the bathroom and find puke all over the walls, the shower, the sink, the mirror and on the floor. It looks like someone had projectile puke and didn't make it to the bathroom in time, then didn't even bother to clean it up. I thought to myself "wow, Bob (my roommate) must have been pretty drunk" because I didn't remember puking. No matter how drunk I have been, I remember puking, well....not this time. I pull my pants down to take a crap and find them full of several hour dried shit. Still being to dumb to put 2 and 2 together, I still think that is Bob's puke and I am not cleaning it up. I call one of my friends who I went out with and asked him what time we left last night, he laughs and said they left at midnight and I stayed there. So I took a few hits of the Cuz and tried to recover until Bob woke up. When he did all he did was laugh and ask if I cleaned up my puke yet. Some people I worked with saw me out and one said I was talking to him and swaying back and forth and back and forth, then I fell back on to a table and tripped knocking glasses off the table and falling at the feet of a big biker guy. The biker guy picked me up off the floor and my co-worker said I looked at him and said "Ooooooooo" Then a lady who worked in the purchasing department told me the following Monday that she was taking her babysitter home and saw me stumbling down the sidewalk at about 2:30am. She said she was going to stop and give me a ride but she saw me walk flat into a telephone pole and she said she was not going to pick me up like that with a babysitter in the car. So, I think I have been that drunk, just did not do that....I don't think.Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 12:20 pm
NICE!!
BUB
BUB
Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 12:38 pm
I didn't mess around back then. Now, I try to not get that bad. But I came close early this year by going way overboard at a brewfest.
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 8:46 pm
You have just becomoe my new drunk idol.
Just like you though, once I hit legal age my drinking slowed.
BTW, as seanhagerty will attest to, my truck did get drunk to drive me home one night. It was locked in a parking garage after hours and refused to come out. I ended up walking about 5 miles until I found a police officer. I stumbled up to him and his fellow officers and did the one thing that I now hear on the radio. I told him that I am a fire fighter (using another mans name that I work with) and I was too drunk to drive. After some BSing and laughs at my situation, he gave me a ride for the other 15 miles. That shortened my walk and gave the guys at the station a good laugh.
As a little side note, the guys name that I used is not well liked in our house. The guys really thought that was funny.
Just like you though, once I hit legal age my drinking slowed.
BTW, as seanhagerty will attest to, my truck did get drunk to drive me home one night. It was locked in a parking garage after hours and refused to come out. I ended up walking about 5 miles until I found a police officer. I stumbled up to him and his fellow officers and did the one thing that I now hear on the radio. I told him that I am a fire fighter (using another mans name that I work with) and I was too drunk to drive. After some BSing and laughs at my situation, he gave me a ride for the other 15 miles. That shortened my walk and gave the guys at the station a good laugh.
As a little side note, the guys name that I used is not well liked in our house. The guys really thought that was funny.