drunk experiences
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Pulling down his tent might be a bad idea, while the three of us sleep in one big tent :tongue: And marking people is of course the lesser evil, but it was the first thing I could post so fast because I had the picture available, you evil evil biker! 
Looking forward to this year's Summer Breeze (how the hell does it work now to put a link in other words?) http://www.summer-breeze.de/de/start.html , we have two cops and a prison guard with us again, those guys are the sickest drunktards ever. Love 'em.
Looking forward to this year's Summer Breeze (how the hell does it work now to put a link in other words?) http://www.summer-breeze.de/de/start.html , we have two cops and a prison guard with us again, those guys are the sickest drunktards ever. Love 'em.
Me and some friends went out for beers and dinner and a new guy came along. He was killing liquor for the majority of the time there and when it came to leaving he'd passed out. We had to carry his unconscious weight down the stairs of the restaurant from the second floor and then tried flagging a cab, they all ignored us and drove on for 20+ minutes as they probably thought he was dead or something.
Eventually we got him home with the biggest guy carrying him up the apartment block's stairs. Right as we got in the door the unconscious dude pissed all over his shoulder and ended up getting thrown onto the sofa. :lol:
He was extremely hungover the next day as you can imagine.
Eventually we got him home with the biggest guy carrying him up the apartment block's stairs. Right as we got in the door the unconscious dude pissed all over his shoulder and ended up getting thrown onto the sofa. :lol:
He was extremely hungover the next day as you can imagine.
Mines pretty tame but on Saturday night after my first ever bar crawl it was pelting down with really excessive amounts of rain, which I was really enjoying (because Tequila makes me pretty hyper).
So I was jumping in puddles while we were walking to the last bar on our list and I accidentally splashed an innocent bystander. I apologised profusely and he was like "it's okay? Where's the juice bar?"
My drunk self was super excited because that was the first bar we visited (it's an American style dive bar) so we actually knew which way it was. After we pointed him in the right direction he said "If it makes any difference you are a really pretty girl" which really made my night.
So I was jumping in puddles while we were walking to the last bar on our list and I accidentally splashed an innocent bystander. I apologised profusely and he was like "it's okay? Where's the juice bar?"
My drunk self was super excited because that was the first bar we visited (it's an American style dive bar) so we actually knew which way it was. After we pointed him in the right direction he said "If it makes any difference you are a really pretty girl" which really made my night.
Tequila is my sworn enemy. Fooled me once, shame on it, fooled me twice, shame on me...but it will never fool me again.
Such compliments are really encouraging, especially when they come outta nowhere
Such compliments are really encouraging, especially when they come outta nowhere
spineyrequiem
Necromancer
Imagine, if you will, an evening just before the end of semester, when one of my friends had organised a 'classy night', involving all of us dressing up in suits and listening to jazz, interspersed with the odd bit of metal or pop depending who was in charge of the playlist. Oh, and, of course, getting heroically sloshed. I'd spent a good chunk of the night looking after a girl who kept giggling and falling over, but she is not the object of this particular tale, as she was happy to sit on a sofa and sober up. I've had a bottle of wine and some Schnapps, so am feeling fairly cheerful but not in imminent danger of doing anything entertaining when we all go out for a kebab. One of the guys there, however...
I'm walking with a couple of girls and getting to know them when this guy wanders into our little group. He had quite clearly had a bit more than us, and wasn't quite sure where we were going. Midway there, however, he decides he knows. We disagree, so naturally he decides to prove he knows the right way by running off. We chase him down and fortunately manage to stop him before he gets completely lost or falls over.
So, this is annoying but can be dealt with. We get there, eat our food and prepare to leave. This is when we discover that, somehow, this guy has managed to get MORE drunk while we're eating. We know for a fact that he hasn't had anything to drink since we left, so it does flummox us somewhat. As a result, me and a couple of other guys volunteer to get him home. Ten paces out of the door, we realise he can't walk on his own, so we take him by the arms and help him stumble back.
This should have been fine, except that after a while he decides he does not, in fact, want to go back to my friend's flat. No, he quite sensibly decides that he's had enough for tonight and he just needs to go home and sleep it off. Of course, he doesn't tell us this. No, he just decides to detach himself and start running. Since we're all a little the worse for wear, he manages to escape and gets about halfway down the road before he falls over. So we pick him up and, keeping a firmer grip, keep walking him home.
Somehow, in defiance of all laws of physics and common sense, he's managed to get EVEN MORE drunk as we walk him back. As a result, part of the way back, he suddenly stops and decides what he really needs to do right now is urinate. Our attempts to explain the workings of flies and the prevailing wind to him are fruitless as he horribly stains his shoes and trousers. Such is life. We eventually convince him to put his genitals away and start heading homewards. However, like most drunk people he was now convinced that he was far better at things than was, in fact the case. In particular, he's convinced that he can walk perfectly fine on his own, thank you very much, and indeed starts fighting us when we try to help him. Naturally, he falls over and he continues fighting us when we try to pick him up. Eventually, we brute-force him into a standing position and keep moving, but he's still fighting us and we're moving at a snail's pace. That's when we spot them.
Someone had been doing road works on that particular street, and they've left behind a collection of road barriers. We grab one and, after some coaxing, manage to heave this guy on top of it. We then begin dragging it back to my friend's flat as our passenger clings on for dear life and occasionally treats the road with his own renditions of popular songs. Finally, we get him back, drag him off and put him in his flat, just above my friend's. This required the assistance of four people, as by this point he had totally given up on moving under his own steam. We shoved some water down his throat, put him in the recovery position and prayed that he wouldn't roll over and choke in the night.
The next morning, I discover that I'm the only one who remembers this, as everyone else puzzles over why the hell there's a road barrier and a load of broken glass outside the flat. It was a fun night.
I'm walking with a couple of girls and getting to know them when this guy wanders into our little group. He had quite clearly had a bit more than us, and wasn't quite sure where we were going. Midway there, however, he decides he knows. We disagree, so naturally he decides to prove he knows the right way by running off. We chase him down and fortunately manage to stop him before he gets completely lost or falls over.
So, this is annoying but can be dealt with. We get there, eat our food and prepare to leave. This is when we discover that, somehow, this guy has managed to get MORE drunk while we're eating. We know for a fact that he hasn't had anything to drink since we left, so it does flummox us somewhat. As a result, me and a couple of other guys volunteer to get him home. Ten paces out of the door, we realise he can't walk on his own, so we take him by the arms and help him stumble back.
This should have been fine, except that after a while he decides he does not, in fact, want to go back to my friend's flat. No, he quite sensibly decides that he's had enough for tonight and he just needs to go home and sleep it off. Of course, he doesn't tell us this. No, he just decides to detach himself and start running. Since we're all a little the worse for wear, he manages to escape and gets about halfway down the road before he falls over. So we pick him up and, keeping a firmer grip, keep walking him home.
Somehow, in defiance of all laws of physics and common sense, he's managed to get EVEN MORE drunk as we walk him back. As a result, part of the way back, he suddenly stops and decides what he really needs to do right now is urinate. Our attempts to explain the workings of flies and the prevailing wind to him are fruitless as he horribly stains his shoes and trousers. Such is life. We eventually convince him to put his genitals away and start heading homewards. However, like most drunk people he was now convinced that he was far better at things than was, in fact the case. In particular, he's convinced that he can walk perfectly fine on his own, thank you very much, and indeed starts fighting us when we try to help him. Naturally, he falls over and he continues fighting us when we try to pick him up. Eventually, we brute-force him into a standing position and keep moving, but he's still fighting us and we're moving at a snail's pace. That's when we spot them.
Someone had been doing road works on that particular street, and they've left behind a collection of road barriers. We grab one and, after some coaxing, manage to heave this guy on top of it. We then begin dragging it back to my friend's flat as our passenger clings on for dear life and occasionally treats the road with his own renditions of popular songs. Finally, we get him back, drag him off and put him in his flat, just above my friend's. This required the assistance of four people, as by this point he had totally given up on moving under his own steam. We shoved some water down his throat, put him in the recovery position and prayed that he wouldn't roll over and choke in the night.
The next morning, I discover that I'm the only one who remembers this, as everyone else puzzles over why the hell there's a road barrier and a load of broken glass outside the flat. It was a fun night.
That sounds like a night to remember...get it? Gnihihi don't we all have that one friend who manages to fuck himself up every time? And if you don't think you have that particular friend...I have bad news for you 
don't we all have that one friend who manages to fuck himself up every time? And if you don't think you have that particular friend...I have bad news for you
Turned 30 today. Weird to go swimming with my parents to celebrate that day, but having several drinks with them was awesome. Great to see your 58 years old father running down a water slide and after a few beers telling stories about fire loops and loopings in the slide
Thanks mate! I'll do my best to prove myself worthy of this age of wisdom