drunk experiences
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Wow. This why i drink at home. Doesnt keep me from doing stupid things. But at least that wont happen to me.
I wondered why my computer was nearly out of battery but switched on when I woke up... luckily I evaded the command to do a flip, that would've resulted in many broken objects.
Awwww, it would have made a great story to have done it, and then when the doctors at the hospital asked why....cause people who play with vampires told me to do it it on the internet......
Haha, fortunately being drunk to do that and having the capacity to log on are almost completely mutually exclusive; I'd have to hit that sweet spot.
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Ummm...I got drunk and sang this:
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Sad really...
[video=youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=45ZR
LBVxE&feature=c4-overview&list=UUlKPsgTqfQiaLGLcWTYSQ[/video]Sad really...
well, back in my club biker days i drank FAR too much. Once went to a 'party' near Portsmouth, England- this was a thursday night. Started drinking, remember most of the evening. Next thing I know, it's tuesday, I have the hangover from hell, and Three of us are at another clubs house in Belgium. Don't know how- the girls say we decided to ride to Dover and get some friends from Belgium and Holland over on the ferry, 'cos the party was so good. The Belgians were VERY pissed off at the state we were in, and had to lend us money to get home. Lost my job, one of my boots and my jacket, and a lot of friends. I have never been so embarrassed in my life, explaining to my partner- she wasn't there. Never been that bad again- and won't.
So once upon a time...
...when I was younger, we'd get rather drunk in the little town where I lived. I had one friend who like to work out and could not drink alcohol for reasons.. I was being a nuisance ofc and kep picking a fight with him. Eventually he got tired of me and hit me with a backfist right on the nose and thus nosebleed followed. He was sorry ofc and tried to clean me up with the cider (yes I drank cider...) dripping the blood around allover my face with me screaming in agony.
However it does not end here. Meanwhile back at my parents house one of the girls on our possy had brought her little sister and they were sitting in the little house on the lawn where I lived. Then suddenly, in through the door bursts me, covered in blood and drunk as *blank* crashing over thelittle table in the middle of my room and collapsing in a corner, proceeding to pass out.
Needless to say, the poor little girl was terrified and started her own drinking career rather late.
//John
...when I was younger, we'd get rather drunk in the little town where I lived. I had one friend who like to work out and could not drink alcohol for reasons.. I was being a nuisance ofc and kep picking a fight with him. Eventually he got tired of me and hit me with a backfist right on the nose and thus nosebleed followed. He was sorry ofc and tried to clean me up with the cider (yes I drank cider...) dripping the blood around allover my face with me screaming in agony.
However it does not end here. Meanwhile back at my parents house one of the girls on our possy had brought her little sister and they were sitting in the little house on the lawn where I lived. Then suddenly, in through the door bursts me, covered in blood and drunk as *blank* crashing over thelittle table in the middle of my room and collapsing in a corner, proceeding to pass out.
Needless to say, the poor little girl was terrified and started her own drinking career rather late.
//John
Strangely, I had a Time, where I felt the urge to be all sporty and overly active when being drunk (a little), and more often than not, this resulted in climbing up things. Most times, it was not really problematic for me being a good climber to this time, but once I decided to take a free Solo on a wall next to a street (about 18m, made of rocks, so it was a piece of cake...but seeing those cars and lorrys passing beneath me with 80-100km/h kinda...was a little nuisance. ^^ )
Another time, coming home drunk about 4-5 a.m., realising i forgot my key...deciding to get in through our bathroom window, wich is about 6-7m above the ground. When I finally made it to the top, I felt exhausted, so I decided to take a rest...next thing I remember was my Father, asking me why the heck I slept on our roof ;-)
Ah yah, funny times ^^
Another time, coming home drunk about 4-5 a.m., realising i forgot my key...deciding to get in through our bathroom window, wich is about 6-7m above the ground. When I finally made it to the top, I felt exhausted, so I decided to take a rest...next thing I remember was my Father, asking me why the heck I slept on our roof ;-)
Ah yah, funny times ^^
even more dnunekrere r today! definitely so. two days until term ends, no more work today, definitely going to make the ksot of tat
Von Nachspiel
Skeleton
Cheers Darvy
Hmmm where to begin.
Prepared for a wall of text?
During my time in Chemical engineering at the Norwegian University of Science and Technolgoy (yeah NUTS). At one preeparty at my flat, we shared alot of chemically destilled 96% etOH which i had made myself at the laboratory. Later on we went to a student managed bar, and my best friend decided to do "the shots". It was a challenge of different shots, it added up to about 1 liter of 40% spirits. He ended it in 7 minutes. Me and the rest of the crowd got our hands on 3 dl straight Jaeger drinks and downed them like beers. Suddenly I was standing outside the bar, trying to unlock the door with my house-key. It was mid-winter and it was about -10 degrees, and i couldn't figure out the way home. I went round in circles until i met a taxi. When i got home there were alot of people lying around, sleeping on the floor, on the couch and in the shower, but all the beds were empty. My friend doing the shots was missing though, and the next day he called me from the hospital, limber from the CPR, he ran away from the hospital in fear of the doctors intent to dissect him and sell his organs on the black market.
During a two week holiday in Sunny Beach bulgaria;
the same friend managed to fall asleep in a sun bed by the beach at night. When we found him, someone had buried his face in sand. OFC we woke him up before removing the sand, rendering his eyes useless.
We got a chance at a gig at a livebar, but one of the band members, just had to throw his drink in the managers face. We had to run to escape the bulgarian bear-looking bouncer.
At one point we ended up in an alley behind a stripclub because a guy got sick during a taxi ride. We had to fend off the prostitutes with anything we could find, namely parasoles. (This is the moment of my life that felt the closest to real life the walking dead)
At the start of the second weeek, more friends arrived. One of my oldest friends, straight of the plane, started to do a shot competition. Needless to say, he got utterly shitfaced, and suddenly dissapeared. I went looking for him, showing his picture in different bars, but sadly I was not aware of the fact that a nod means no in Bulgaria. It seemed to us that my friend had been to all the bars in all of Sunny beach. I tried to bribe the police into looking for him, and I tried calling the hospital but to no avail. So in my final frustration i got the number to the norwegian embassy in Burgas, and woke the poor diplomat. He refused to help me. I told him his name and his face were going to be all over Norwegian tabloids if something happend to my friend. I got the number to a police director in Nessebar and during my talk with him, my friend called one of the girls, asking for his home adress. I hung up on the police, and it turned out my friend had been trying to get home, when someone attempted to rob him. He fought off the robbers and realized he didn't know which hotel he stayed at. So he tried to get a room at the closest hotel, but was sent to the hospital in an ambulance. His doctor, DR. Camel drove him home. It took several hours for him to call us because he forgot to type in the Norwegian 0047.
Tl;dr
Sleeping in the shower,
blackout,
limber from CPR, escaping the hospital in fear of dissection,
fending of zombie-prostitutes with parasols
blackmailing the norwegian embassy for VIP police contacts.
Hmmm where to begin.
Prepared for a wall of text?
During my time in Chemical engineering at the Norwegian University of Science and Technolgoy (yeah NUTS). At one preeparty at my flat, we shared alot of chemically destilled 96% etOH which i had made myself at the laboratory. Later on we went to a student managed bar, and my best friend decided to do "the shots". It was a challenge of different shots, it added up to about 1 liter of 40% spirits. He ended it in 7 minutes. Me and the rest of the crowd got our hands on 3 dl straight Jaeger drinks and downed them like beers. Suddenly I was standing outside the bar, trying to unlock the door with my house-key. It was mid-winter and it was about -10 degrees, and i couldn't figure out the way home. I went round in circles until i met a taxi. When i got home there were alot of people lying around, sleeping on the floor, on the couch and in the shower, but all the beds were empty. My friend doing the shots was missing though, and the next day he called me from the hospital, limber from the CPR, he ran away from the hospital in fear of the doctors intent to dissect him and sell his organs on the black market.
During a two week holiday in Sunny Beach bulgaria;
the same friend managed to fall asleep in a sun bed by the beach at night. When we found him, someone had buried his face in sand. OFC we woke him up before removing the sand, rendering his eyes useless.
We got a chance at a gig at a livebar, but one of the band members, just had to throw his drink in the managers face. We had to run to escape the bulgarian bear-looking bouncer.
At one point we ended up in an alley behind a stripclub because a guy got sick during a taxi ride. We had to fend off the prostitutes with anything we could find, namely parasoles. (This is the moment of my life that felt the closest to real life the walking dead)
At the start of the second weeek, more friends arrived. One of my oldest friends, straight of the plane, started to do a shot competition. Needless to say, he got utterly shitfaced, and suddenly dissapeared. I went looking for him, showing his picture in different bars, but sadly I was not aware of the fact that a nod means no in Bulgaria. It seemed to us that my friend had been to all the bars in all of Sunny beach. I tried to bribe the police into looking for him, and I tried calling the hospital but to no avail. So in my final frustration i got the number to the norwegian embassy in Burgas, and woke the poor diplomat. He refused to help me. I told him his name and his face were going to be all over Norwegian tabloids if something happend to my friend. I got the number to a police director in Nessebar and during my talk with him, my friend called one of the girls, asking for his home adress. I hung up on the police, and it turned out my friend had been trying to get home, when someone attempted to rob him. He fought off the robbers and realized he didn't know which hotel he stayed at. So he tried to get a room at the closest hotel, but was sent to the hospital in an ambulance. His doctor, DR. Camel drove him home. It took several hours for him to call us because he forgot to type in the Norwegian 0047.
Tl;dr
Sleeping in the shower,
blackout,
limber from CPR, escaping the hospital in fear of dissection,
fending of zombie-prostitutes with parasols
blackmailing the norwegian embassy for VIP police contacts.
This thread seems to be turning into Darvy's Drunk thread
I'm going out next Fri with work so you never know....
I'm going out next Fri with work so you never know....