Tell me your drunken tales.
Tell me your drunken tales.
Tell me your drunken tales.
Uhh... Once my husband thanked me for something I sure as hell don't remember doing.
I once met this guys from Detroit during Carrabana and me and some friends partied with them at their hostel, they were loaded from the Duty free and drank us under the table.
I went to help one of them grab some more alcohol from their car parked in a garage, I was pretty wasted by this time and I saw an SUV from Quebec which infuriated me for no plausible or explainable reason.
I was just angry at the french and the SUV that night I guess.
Anyways I climbed up ontop of the SUV, sat on its hood, lifted my skirt and peed down the front windshield.
I also remember waking up one day sleeping beside my bed with one boot on and one boot off.
Boldly go.
Aaaaaand Chemical wins the thread.
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Boldly go.
When you come to California I'll buy you a drink.
Oh, where do I start? I guess I'll tell you the most recent and my favorite.
Last night I was very sloshed as part of the end of the semester celebration, and I walked into a tree that I didn't see (I had also smoked ganja and chewed shrooms) and one of the limbs hit me in the lip. I got angry because I thought the tree was picking a fight, and I got scared as hell because we had just watched Evil Dead (with the whole tree-rape scene, an' all).
My favorite story was after I took seven shots of Absolut Vodka and drank a bunch of screw drivers, then I don't remember anything past burning myself with my lighter by accident, and the next morning I woke up in my friend's room with puke beside the bed, and there was no one in the apartment but me.
I have another one that usually makes people laugh:
When I went to punk fest (which is a 3 day camping event including lots of punk bands) I got so hammered the night we arrived that my friends tied my leg to a tree near our tent so that I wouldn't go off getting lost in the marsh.
I passed out in the mud that night.
Boldly go.
I would but most my drunken tales seem to involve thieving and/or men... seeing as the innocent minded might be reading I don't want to corrupt
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I'm 13, so my drunken tales = Not very exciting!
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Tell me mooore!Originally Posted by ShlupQuack
I don't have any drunken tales. =(
Well this one night, me and my friends came out of the bar we were drinking at and started to walk home. We crossed the road into a car park and started to climb into the shopping trolleys and push eachother around. 5 security guard came out and all decided to surround the littliest guy in our group, and we didn't like that so we started to have a go at them and they told us to leave and walked off.
While this was happening my other friend who had found his way back across the road had fallen over on the pavement, climbed into a car that stopped to see if he was ok then got dropped back off 30 seconds down the road.
We met back up with him and carried on going, vandalising various things along the way. Such as knocking down a sign on a wall that says Roadway House (and now hangs on my wall), knocking over a huge flag pole outside a car dealership, climbing into an unlocked van and stealing the keys we found inside and smashing a car window.
We finally got back to my friend's house and started to watch a movie, when one of us fell asleep. So we shaved his eyebrow off.
There are probably others, but I can't remember them.
And Moon Bunny wins the sad prize.
Once at a party my husband insisted on having one more drink. Shortly after he went outside to "get some fresh air," and when I went to find him all of two minutes later he had fallen off the two inch step for the porch, and was laying in his own vomit.
Three hours later I got him to get up to go to the car, but halfway there he laid down again, and to keep people from picking him up he rolled under his friend's truck. Half the party took turns coming out to pose for pictures with him laying under the truck, his vomit puddled on the driveway around his head.
One of the pics is on his MySpace.
Amazing how none of these stories is actually funny at all. Especially the ones where you destroy other people's property. (People who smash car windows deserve to be in prison.)
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