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| guitarted |
Posted - 10/04/2004 : 8:42:42 PM
Just wondering what the weirdest things you've done one night and not remembered are.
I blacked out for the first time at a kegger this friday and apparently I was the show of the night. My bum was a common attraction by the end of the night... apparently. |
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| dan p. |
Posted - 10/16/2004 : 10:25:04 AM
not anything good. |
| guitarted |
Posted - 10/16/2004 : 02:55:13 AM
Drunk Journal Entry October 15th
I woke up this morning in my sleeping bag with no pants on. All the sheets were off my bed and there was a cup in my toilet. I have a mild shiner on my left eye.
I believe I mistook a 40 of whiskey for a 26er last night.
...What am I doing with my life?? |
| Miss Sorrel |
Posted - 10/10/2004 : 11:53:55 PM
wow, allergic to flour... that must suck. most of my favorite foods have flour in them. there's always baby powder... I could imagine that sucking though, whenever I spill flour in the kitchen it's a pain in the ass to clean since it just doughs up when you get it wet (which I am sure is the point!) |
| guitarted |
Posted - 10/09/2004 : 2:45:13 PM
I was thinking about antiquing lat night
My roomate is allergic to flour, if he got antiqued he'd probably die.
You could antique someone when they aren't sleeping too. The main idea is that it's a huge mess and flour all over you face is a real bitch. |
| dan p. |
Posted - 10/09/2004 : 10:24:07 AM
well. . .it wakes them up. and it gets in their eyes. and it's a mess. |
| Miss Sorrel |
Posted - 10/09/2004 : 03:55:44 AM
wait wait wait wait... and then what? is it for the look for it? I am really lost here...
And as for the whole "only a junior thing"... oh boy... I think that is when the worst (or, best, depending on how you look at it) things happened... the whole undies in my pocket thing happened when I was hardly a senior... |
| dan p. |
Posted - 10/08/2004 : 9:13:14 PM
antiquing is when you take a handful of powder and throw it as hard as you can at someone's face while they sleep. i like to use flour, but baking powder works, too. i don't think granulated things work that well, because they don't ball up. but it'd rule if they did. |
| Jay |
Posted - 10/08/2004 : 8:34:45 PM
I'm a junior in high school...I smoked laced weed one time, a lot of it, by myself on maybe an hour of sleep...dangerous. I remember nothing except waking up in my closet, mostly naked---I had built myself a little nest out of clothing. The only little bit of memory I have of that is wanting something out of my closet very, very badly.
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| guitarisPIMP |
Posted - 10/08/2004 : 8:13:45 PM
hahaha this is kinda sick but one time i woke up and realized my pubic hairs had been shaved. I had no idea who, when, how, i was effing clueless.
And I'm only a junior in high school.  |
| Miss Sorrel |
Posted - 10/08/2004 : 7:30:51 PM
what do you mean by "antiqued"? |
| dan p. |
Posted - 10/08/2004 : 7:04:16 PM
you, uh, did just suggest it to people who want to forget shit. |
| rubylith |
Posted - 10/08/2004 : 3:26:16 PM
haha
someone antiqued me with baking powder...ha
u wanna forget shit get drunk and eat ambien, you wont remember shit, I dont suggest it though |
| guitarted |
Posted - 10/08/2004 : 3:08:42 PM
THe other night I woke up on the couch with a banner shoved down my pants.
I pulled it out and it read "happy birthday"
it wasn't my birthday though nor did I go to a party |
| rubylith |
Posted - 10/07/2004 : 09:27:20 AM
i got wasted last night,
i feel like shit |
| Jay |
Posted - 10/06/2004 : 10:15:48 PM
Ah as I always say to each his own. Being drunk to me is like eating a giant culdron of raw pork and pepto bismal...It's an aweful feeling...Pot makes you feel like "Yeah, I like CSNY and I want some fuckin' Doritos!" Up with Dope, Down with...uh...drinkin'. |
| Zachmozach |
Posted - 10/06/2004 : 9:16:19 PM
quote:
Originally posted by Miss Sorrel
Another marvelous time occurred Sophomore year of college... Wednesday: ladies night drink free at a near by bar. I recall being so proud of myself for making it home to my bathroom to puke only to find that I left the toilet seat down... what a mess. But, I knew that wouldn’t want to have to deal with it the next day, so, while still hugging the porcelain god, I managed to clean up mostly everything. The next day I reluctantly woke up, proud of my somehow clean bathroom. A shower was a must. As I went to hop in, something in the mirror caught my attention.... Written on my stomach with permanent green marker was "COWBOYS THURSDAY NIGHT!!!”. I immediately marched into my roommate's room seeking an explanation.... All she remembered was me “hitting it off” with this guy who wanted to meet me at Cowboys, another popular club in Orlando, the following night. It was more of a good laugh than anything else... But, as I left her room to continue on with my shower plan she let out this huge laugh-gasp. When I asked her what was wrong she pointed to my back... I looked in the mirror, and written on my back in the same permanent green marker, it said: “CAUTION: THINGS APPEAR LARGER IN THIS BUTT!” with an arrow pointing down to my apparently magnifying ass. Neither one of us remembered me hitting it off that well with anybody. And, the damn marker didn’t come off for days.
Hahahaha. I've been markered before but that was nothing compared to that. I was so sick that night that I got markered I think that was the last time I've gotten so drunk I've had to puke. No wait X that I had to puke earlier this summer because I was drinking some nasty ass beer and I can't keep that stuff down. |
| Miss Sorrel |
Posted - 10/06/2004 : 2:36:55 PM
Hey... I don't want to hear it from you Super Backwards Boxer Boy! |
| therippa |
Posted - 10/06/2004 : 03:05:25 AM
quote:
Originally posted by Miss Sorrel
I am sorry... I wish I could just limit myself... but I feel like I have just too many good times to just let slide by... so:
The next day I woke up and....
I met my boyfriend John... No, not really... terrible joke. But if it weren't for a bottle of Vodka, we probably wouldn't be together (a year and a half this month... with the help of more alcohol... no... just kidding again!)
The next day I woke up and ...
realized that terrible smell was coming from the vomit in my hair. Then slowly, I realized, I was only wearing one sock... I was wearing my winter jacket with no shirt on underneath... and, once I went to pee, I found my underwear in my pocket. Completely alarmed beyond belief (really...not my style) I woke up my friend who explained the most relieving story ever. As she put it “you insisted on taking off all your clothes before you fell in the toilet”. Fortunately, only she and I were in the bathroom... and I guess, like she said, I insisted on taking off all my clothes (except for my bra, because, well, I’m modest), and then sat on the toilet with the seat up. She did her best to get me redressed for the public... which, I must say, is better than I would have done if I were her... I never did get back that other sock though... I also put several holes in her car from trying to ash and flick a cigarette out a closed window....
Another marvelous time occurred Sophomore year of college... Wednesday: ladies night drink free at a near by bar. I recall being so proud of myself for making it home to my bathroom to puke only to find that I left the toilet seat down... what a mess. But, I knew that wouldn’t want to have to deal with it the next day, so, while still hugging the porcelain god, I managed to clean up mostly everything. The next day I reluctantly woke up, proud of my somehow clean bathroom. A shower was a must. As I went to hop in, something in the mirror caught my attention.... Written on my stomach with permanent green marker was "COWBOYS THURSDAY NIGHT!!!”. I immediately marched into my roommate's room seeking an explanation.... All she remembered was me “hitting it off” with this guy who wanted to meet me at Cowboys, another popular club in Orlando, the following night. It was more of a good laugh than anything else... But, as I left her room to continue on with my shower plan she let out this huge laugh-gasp. When I asked her what was wrong she pointed to my back... I looked in the mirror, and written on my back in the same permanent green marker, it said: “CAUTION: THINGS APPEAR LARGER IN THIS BUTT!” with an arrow pointing down to my apparently magnifying ass. Neither one of us remembered me hitting it off that well with anybody. And, the damn marker didn’t come off for days.
Ok, last story (for now, at least... there’s some other good ones, but I am feeling like a drunk... a dirty drunk at that)... Now... read this while you can, because I may feel a wave of guilt for posting it, and deleting it in the near future...
This is when John and I had first started dating... not even officially “boyfriend and girlfriend”. My roommate and I were having a party... John pretty much, with the exception of a few shots that I had and a full drink that he spilt on me, killed a .75 of Jim Beam all on his own... Needless to say, he dropped pretty hard, and past out in my bed around 2-3 AM-ish. Around 6-7 when the party was coming to an end for the rest of us, I went into my room and saw that John’s friends had given him a clown like makeup job. I went to use my bathroom and locked the door since drunkies don’t knock. Of course, I heard somebody try to get in, but didn’t think much of it. I thought I heard a weird noise in the kitchen, so I went to check that out only to find that the weird noise was actually coming from my bedroom. To my horror, John is standing in front of my night stand, peeing all over it (somebody had actually noted earlier how he passed out after drinking so much without peeing first.... ok, big mistake)... I was in complete shock, and had no idea what to do except scream at him, which did nothing... When he was done, he just zipped and buttoned back up as if he hadn’t urinated all over my furniture and its decorations, and passed back out. I was rather wasted and, more than anything, tired so my remedy was to just toss some paper towels over the avalanche. The next morning my roommate wakes me up reminding me that we were due at a baby shower (talk about the last place you want to be with a hang over). Because of this, John had to leave... and I ended up cleaning his pee. It worked out though, considering that whenever we get into a fight I can always say “Oh yeah!? Well... you peed on my nightstand!”... and if that doesn’t work there’s the faithful... “Oh yeah!? Well... you peed on my nightstand... AND I CLEANED IT!”. Now that can get me out of nearly anything...
So if he were to have written this he would say: The next day I woke up looking like a clown and had peed on my, uh, we'll be nice, girlfriend's nightstand.
And... for the record... I now check toilet seats no matter the circumstance, and I got a new night stand, alarm clock, phone, and picture frame.
Wow. Just, wow. |
| Miss Sorrel |
Posted - 10/06/2004 : 02:13:53 AM
quote:
Originally posted by Zachmozach
Haha. Well more than once I've woken up somewhere and had no idea how I got there. One time I woke up in a sleeping bag on a tarp in the woods and I had no idea how I got there. Turns out I went with some friends to some nearby woods to camp. I don't know though cause it was a common thing back when I was a drinker that my friends would tell me some stuff I did. I streaked downtown one time too. We won't get into that though.
Totally reminds me of Old School!
And Jason
quote:
I woke up once 15 minutes before my curfew, and I was 30 minutes from home. All my clothes were on the floor, my boxers were on backwards, and my car was missing. My friends showed up with my car a little later with an added 120 miles and fur in the wheel well.
That's story telling at its finest... How come I can't be short, sweet, and too the point?
And Jay... yeah... you make me feel bad for the stories just told! Really... it is a shame, now that I am "of age" I don't drink like how I used to... Good times though... I don't know... maybe i should start smoking pot again  |
| Miss Sorrel |
Posted - 10/06/2004 : 02:03:37 AM
I am sorry... I wish I could just limit myself... but I feel like I have just too many good times to just let slide by... so:
The next day I woke up and....
I met my boyfriend John... No, not really... terrible joke. But if it weren't for a bottle of Vodka, we probably wouldn't be together (a year and a half this month... with the help of more alcohol... no... just kidding again!)
The next day I woke up and ...
realized that terrible smell was coming from the vomit in my hair. Then slowly, I realized, I was only wearing one sock... I was wearing my winter jacket with no shirt on underneath... and, once I went to pee, I found my underwear in my pocket. Completely alarmed beyond belief (really...not my style) I woke up my friend who explained the most relieving story ever. As she put it “you insisted on taking off all your clothes before you fell in the toilet”. Fortunately, only she and I were in the bathroom... and I guess, like she said, I insisted on taking off all my clothes (except for my bra, because, well, I’m modest), and then sat on the toilet with the seat up. She did her best to get me redressed for the public... which, I must say, is better than I would have done if I were her... I never did get back that other sock though... I also put several holes in her car from trying to ash and flick a cigarette out a closed window....
Another marvelous time occurred Sophomore year of college... Wednesday: ladies night drink free at a near by bar. I recall being so proud of myself for making it home to my bathroom to puke only to find that I left the toilet seat down... what a mess. But, I knew that wouldn’t want to have to deal with it the next day, so, while still hugging the porcelain god, I managed to clean up mostly everything. The next day I reluctantly woke up, proud of my somehow clean bathroom. A shower was a must. As I went to hop in, something in the mirror caught my attention.... Written on my stomach with permanent green marker was "COWBOYS THURSDAY NIGHT!!!”. I immediately marched into my roommate's room seeking an explanation.... All she remembered was me “hitting it off” with this guy who wanted to meet me at Cowboys, another popular club in Orlando, the following night. It was more of a good laugh than anything else... But, as I left her room to continue on with my shower plan she let out this huge laugh-gasp. When I asked her what was wrong she pointed to my back... I looked in the mirror, and written on my back in the same permanent green marker, it said: “CAUTION: THINGS APPEAR LARGER IN THIS BUTT!” with an arrow pointing down to my apparently magnifying ass. Neither one of us remembered me hitting it off that well with anybody. And, the damn marker didn’t come off for days.
Ok, last story (for now, at least... there’s some other good ones, but I am feeling like a drunk... a dirty drunk at that)... Now... read this while you can, because I may feel a wave of guilt for posting it, and deleting it in the near future...
This is when John and I had first started dating... not even officially “boyfriend and girlfriend”. My roommate and I were having a party... John pretty much, with the exception of a few shots that I had and a full drink that he spilt on me, killed a .75 of Jim Beam all on his own... Needless to say, he dropped pretty hard, and past out in my bed around 2-3 AM-ish. Around 6-7 when the party was coming to an end for the rest of us, I went into my room and saw that John’s friends had given him a clown like makeup job. I went to use my bathroom and locked the door since drunkies don’t knock. Of course, I heard somebody try to get in, but didn’t think much of it. I thought I heard a weird noise in the kitchen, so I went to check that out only to find that the weird noise was actually coming from my bedroom. To my horror, John is standing in front of my night stand, peeing all over it (somebody had actually noted earlier how he passed out after drinking so much without peeing first.... ok, big mistake)... I was in complete shock, and had no idea what to do except scream at him, which did nothing... When he was done, he just zipped and buttoned back up as if he hadn’t urinated all over my furniture and its decorations, and passed back out. I was rather wasted and, more than anything, tired so my remedy was to just toss some paper towels over the avalanche. The next morning my roommate wakes me up reminding me that we were due at a baby shower (talk about the last place you want to be with a hang over). Because of this, John had to leave... and I ended up cleaning his pee. It worked out though, considering that whenever we get into a fight I can always say “Oh yeah!? Well... you peed on my nightstand!”... and if that doesn’t work there’s the faithful... “Oh yeah!? Well... you peed on my nightstand... AND I CLEANED IT!”. Now that can get me out of nearly anything...
So if he were to have written this he would say: The next day I woke up looking like a clown and had peed on my, uh, we'll be nice, girlfriend's nightstand.
And... for the record... I now check toilet seats no matter the circumstance, and I got a new night stand, alarm clock, phone, and picture frame. |
| Miss Sorrel |
Posted - 10/05/2004 : 10:09:36 PM
I don't even know where to start with this one... I will have to come back to it however, since my boyfriend is in the room, and I cannot risk him reading over my shoulder... especially since one of the stories actually happened to him... Wrong for me to share? Yes. But, for a topic such as this, it would be a shame for me to not tell it.
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| dan p. |
Posted - 10/05/2004 : 10:04:21 PM
really, i think it's absurd. getting drunk is one thing, i guess. i don't understand the big attraction, but whatever. nothing wrong with it. but waking up, possibly in one or more of any of your own secretions or emissions, not knowing where you are, how you got there, where your shit is, what you did hours before, with your tongue feeling like the floor of a turkish prison while your suffering from a bad stomach and general malaise cannot be fun or enjoyable, and it's fair indication that you spent quite some time last night living your life the wrong way. |
| JoeGamo05 |
Posted - 10/05/2004 : 9:47:17 PM
ever blackout and wake up somewhere magically when your drinking huh? well i call this "time travel" it's funny lol nothing like forgetting the night... |
| therippa |
Posted - 10/05/2004 : 5:14:45 PM
I woke up once 15 minutes before my curfew, and I was 30 minutes from home. All my clothes were on the floor, my boxers were on backwards, and my car was missing. My friends showed up with my car a little later with an added 120 miles and fur in the wheel well. |
| Zachmozach |
Posted - 10/05/2004 : 3:57:29 PM
quote:
Originally posted by Jay
I hate drinking, it's absolutely disgusting...IT makes you do things you don't remember...You get sick, you pass out, you don't know what you're doing...I could go on and on but basically excessive drinking is so absolutely dumb that it makes my brain bleed yellow.
Yet marijuana is illeagal. I think everyone who drinks hard is absolutely insane. I did it for a while and I'm so glad it didn't last long. Everytime I do drink though it's in moderation and I always say take that liver after each drink to remind me what I'm putting in my body. |
| Jay |
Posted - 10/05/2004 : 3:45:40 PM
I hate drinking, it's absolutely disgusting...IT makes you do things you don't remember...You get sick, you pass out, you don't know what you're doing...I could go on and on but basically excessive drinking is so absolutely dumb that it makes my brain bleed yellow. |
| dan p. |
Posted - 10/05/2004 : 1:51:25 PM
hahaha. i've been drunk only once, and i more or less remember everything. but it's hilarious to tell someone who got a little too drunk what exactly they did. sometimes i even make up stuff. or sometimes if i can tell they won't remember anything, i'll do something really mean, and then the next day get them to apologize for accusing me of things i actually did. |
| KevinLesko |
Posted - 10/05/2004 : 12:08:02 PM
Waking up without all of the clothes that you swear you went to bed with can be a bit frightening. Situations with a lot of drinking are best when lots of pictures are taken. I love waking up the next day, turning on the digital camera, and hearing everyone say "Man, I don't remember that" |
| Zachmozach |
Posted - 10/05/2004 : 12:01:05 PM
It was nothing really. I'm just lucky that the cop car that passed didn't see me or I would have been in pretty big trouble. It's kinda hazy but I do remember a lady walking up to me afterwards when I was dressing and asked me if she could see it again. Oh and the fountains in portland are freezing at night. |
| filmdude100cms |
Posted - 10/05/2004 : 12:26:56 AM
quote:
Originally posted by Zachmozach
Haha. Well more than once I've woken up somewhere and had no idea how I got there. One time I woke up in a sleeping bag on a tarp in the woods and I had no idea how I got there. Turns out I went with some friends to some nearby woods to camp. I don't know though cause it was a common thing back when I was a drinker that my friends would tell me some stuff I did. I streaked downtown one time too. We won't get into that though.
im afraid im gonna need to hear this story. |
| Zachmozach |
Posted - 10/04/2004 : 9:24:21 PM
Haha. Well more than once I've woken up somewhere and had no idea how I got there. One time I woke up in a sleeping bag on a tarp in the woods and I had no idea how I got there. Turns out I went with some friends to some nearby woods to camp. I don't know though cause it was a common thing back when I was a drinker that my friends would tell me some stuff I did. I streaked downtown one time too. We won't get into that though. |
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