How drunk have you ever been??

femininity said:
maroonee purple

if it was pink i'd know it belonged to abs
then it is mine... i wondered what had happened to it...it was my favorite shirt
 
feeeriek said:
then it is mine... i wondered what had happened to it...it was my favorite shirt
you mean you went home with my pink one that says "barbie is a dyke" ?
 
feeeriek said:
i thought that one was abs?
no she past on hers to vana. that one says "barbie is a slut"

so how did i get to wear your shirt?
 
femininity said:
no she past on hers to vana. that one says "barbie is a slut"

so how did i get to wear your shirt?
i don't recall the details... i was pretty drunk myself... not even sure how i got home that night... just remember....well....
 
feeeriek said:
i don't recall the details... i was pretty drunk myself... not even sure how i got home that night... just remember....well....
sigh

good memories of all those abs bar parties :devil:
 
I've got a bad habit of blacking out when really drunk. I try not to do that too often. ;)

The worst time, based on ex post reports, was on a bus trip when I was in my university's marching band. I was in charge of buying the drinks and didn't buy enough mixer...so I ended up drinking vodka straight from the bottle. Really bad vodka.

I was later told that I poured liquor on at least 3 people (one of whom was a girl I liked--yep, I'm SOOOOO smooth!) and that the bus restroom was pretty much unusable for the last half of the trip (meaning, the last 4 hours of an 8-hour trip), as I was either in it or had rendered it inoperable.

Somehow, I managed to avoid responsibility for cleaning it up. Man, was I lucky.

Oh, and if you ever were wondering...playing trumpet when you are incredibly hung over is NOT pleasant.

SG
 
Drunk...?

Not considering the time that I nearly "offed" myself by chugging most of a fifth of Jim Beam (what a waste of good booze), I remember my date pleading with me to release my white knuckled grip on a drainage grate. I remember trying to reason with her that if I did, we were certainly going to float into the sky and not be able to return to earth.

I don't recall any of the rest of the night, but she must have convinced me that she could float me home or something because I awoke nude in her bed the next afternoon.

I think that that was the third time that I swore off alcohol--forever.
 
drunk enuogh that i thought a bird bath in someones yard was a sink and was sure the toilet must be right next to it :eek: and yes there was a major road next to it so i'm sure some of the other people from the bar got a nice white ass shined at them;)
 
*from her quiet little corner* .. Lets see..

1 bottle mixed, strongly and 4/5's of the second.... straight.. of two 750ml vodka bottles. About... 8'ish shots... 4 of which were tequila.. mixed drinks of jack daniels and lemonade, rum and coke.. and something fruity I don't remember the name of..

Over the course of 4/5 hrs...

Not one of my shinning moments... spending an hour puking in my bathroom.. and the next two days sleeping it off...
 
I somehow made it up 4 flights of stairs (which i don't remember climbing), and opened a locked door (which I do remember, it was very difficult and I only had 2 keys to choose from, 'First one didn't work? Maybe if I try it again...'). I was found with my head caught between the door and the frame in a pool of sick.

Since I was a very quiet and reserved person, naturally that is the only thing people remembered me doing while I lived there.

I can't believe how good it feels to have someone rub your back after you've been sick.
 
Only once in my life, went out with the ex, my brother and his gf when he was home on leave (navy).

We did a pub crawl.

When we got back to our flat, I was not well.

I remember kneeling on the bathroom floor puking down the loo, with my brother patting my back, saying "Get it up old gal, better up than down."...... :rolleyes:

I can say, quite honestly, I vowed never to get drunk again, and I never have. I've been mellow, tipsy, slightly warm, but never got to that state again.

And now, I hardly ever drink......unless we're at the Loveshack. ;)
 
I remember taking a screwdriver to a picnic. It was made from a fifth of vodka, a can of condensed orange juice and a fifth of club soda. By the time I drank that one drink, I couldn't do much of anything except puke. :(

Fortunately, I don't do that kind of thing anymore. :)
 
At my grad bush party I drank so much that when I went to pee in the bush I fell over a fallen tree and snagged my jeans. I couldn't get myself loose, so I took off my shoes and jeans and ran into the forest to pee. When I came back, I couldn't find the tree. So I wandered around in my panties with some friends looking for my jeans for at least an hour.
 
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