I think I'm going to scrap that second story, which is a shame cause it's actually quite funny, and instead try and get this above a pg-13 rating in order to try and get some of "the more debatcherous stuff" out of Sherica.

I almost went to Paint Branch. Ended up farther north & went to Oakland Mills instead.

Holy Crap! Gleja, Oakland Mills in Howard County? What year did you graduate?

92

I played High School Hockey in Montgomery County and Travel League Hockey just across the county line in Howard. A number of my teammates wen to Oakland Mills, but they would have been a bit after your time.

I am very boring, so my drunk story is sort of tame.

I was playing the FFVII: Advent Children drinking game (take a drink every time Rufus Shinra is awesome, that one clone who looks like Nephrite is crazy, or Cloud says anything), and some time later, Ingomar and Arolaide realized that I was not replying in GIBBERISH to what they asked me (mostly, "Are you okay?"); it is just that, when I am drunk, my brain's language centers go boof and I start remembering all of my Latin and Japanese lessons, and speaking in foreign or dead fluencies.

... ... ... I'm no good at this thread.

Actually, VIraj, I think that's awesome.

Viraj, if you were to start speaking in tongues around me I would LOVE YOU TO DEATH!
but I might be throwing chicken blood on you and forcing you to have sex with a concubine. I hope you don't mind.

Chicken blood is kind of ... gross. ;_; and gets my robes sticky. And it is not really considered "cool" for warlocks to have sticky robes; we try to leave that sort of thing to witch doctors.

I AM NOT DISAGREEING WITH ANY OF THE REST OF IT

Chicken blood is kind of ... gross. ;_; and gets my robes sticky. And it is not really considered "cool" for warlocks to have sticky robes; we try to leave that sort of thing to witch doctors.

I AM NOT DISAGREEING WITH ANY OF THE REST OF IT


I will switch the chicken blood to strawberry glaze and IT IS ON!

It was extremely hilarious. I had never seen the movie before and was SCREAMING gleefully every time something pretty happened, and then suddenly Viraj is speaking in Latin, and Aro is answering in French, and the subtitles on the movie are Japanese, and I am thinking, "WOW, how much have I HAD TO DRINK?"

...I was so drunk I thought she was speaking French. LATIN SOUNDS LIKE FRENCH WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK, OKAY. And also, I thought it was a game.

So, it's been several months since this thread saw some activity and we have a whole SLEW of new people who must have some humiliating stories they can share.

Besides, everyone needs to see the pic of Lux with her head over a toilet.

We need to dig up the picture I took of The Don passed out in the garage.

It's posted on the site somewhere...unless he removed it.

I am just surprised that I never typed out the story that went with that...

I remember hearing something about it...like that was after 3 or so beers? Anyway, please tell :)

Heh. Well I can wait on this until the new people post some of theirs.
And yes, he's a total lightweight.

You're both demoted.

Oh man, I can give this thread some reps. But I'm trying to hard to get drunk to type some good ones right now! More to come soon! And I have pics!

You guys bring a tear to my eye. ;D
Here's one of mine.

A couple of years back, my friends (David, Rudy, Louis) and I had nothing better to do and decided to have a sit down contest. Well it was initially just a bunch of guys drinking but ended up a contest.

One of my friends (Rudy) is really into the Japanese culture and drinks sake pretty often,
so he suggested we buy a couple of bottles, instead of the usual beer/whiskey.
I never really got into it, but democracy won and we bought the sake.

So we were all sitting at the table and had our hot shot glasses of sake ready when David suggested we take turns lifting our glass and cheering for something, taking a shot each time.

So we're taking our shots and shouting "Kampai!" after each turn. We were drinking so fast, it didn't take long before we started to feel repercussions.

We're all heavy drinkers and are rarely sick, if you don't remember, it never happened ;).
But I can honestly say I've never seen drinking degenerate so fast.

Louis suddenly stood up and started to go to the bathroom but didn't make it. He barely had time to catch the wastebasket in the living room and started puking. He stayed there for a while and passed out on the couch, while we continued drinking (good friends that we are).

More or less 15 minutes later it was my turn. I started feeling queasy so I told my friends I needed to go to the bathroom, when asked if I was fine I said "yes", testosterone/pride taking over.

So here I am in front of the sink, looking in the mirror, wondering if I was going to be sick. Figured I'd drink some water to get the taste out of my mouth, that should do the trick... bad idea. :-X

Never saw it coming, I started puking while still looking in the mirror. I hosed down, the mirror the wall, what's usually around the sink (my friends soap, tooth brush, gel, etc...) before finally getting to the sink.

I guess I was really loud, or maybe it's because David didn't hear my puke hit water, because he was at the door about 5 seconds later, asking what was going on. I barely had time to lock the door all the while saying "every thing's fine, I'm just a little sick". He didn't buy it and soon unlocked the door from the outside and was trying to get in.

So here I am, my back to the door trying with all my might to prevent David from coming in, and seeing the mess I made in his bathroom. David on the other hand is pounding on the door shouting that if I made a mess, he'd kick my ass (which is very true). David gave one last big shove and pried open the door. Didn't take him long to start swearing, but luckily Rudy calmed him down with another shot or two and they went back at the table.

I was ashamed of the mess I made so I cleaned it all up before coming out. My friends were surprised because it was almost spotless(we are very drunk at this point)... so we continued drinking. I soon blacked out then David was sick. Rudy though still was looking strong and David didn't want to go to bed until Rudy was sick. So they took a shot of all the bottles in the liquor cabinet. The last bottle though had special spices that came with it, David told Rudy if he wasn't sick after this shot he'd give in and declare him the better man. David, a bit treacherous, packed Rudy shot glass with those spices... it did the trick. Rudy was sick on the floor of the kitchen and was left there for the night.

The next day I woke up Louis still crashed on the sofa (he was sick during the night). Rudy next to a puddle of his own puke, his pager moving by itself on the hard kitchen floor. His girlfriend tried to reach him for an hour, it seems he was supposed to bring her to work that morning, she wasn't too happy.

All in all it was a memorable night ;)
David later on told me that his bathroom wasn't as spotless as we thought. He had to use a queue tip to remove "leftovers" from his bathroom tiles and the lingering smell wasn't too pleasant either.

Ewwww! (Not the best story to read while eating dinner!) But thanks for sharing!!

It's like you guys were TRYING to puke.

OK, I haven’t contributed to any of this madness yet, mostly because I can’t remember most, but here’s one:

It was summer after my Freshman year in college. My parents took a two-week vacation at the end of the summer, and left me in charge of the house (idiots!). The day they left, the “band” showed up with all their equipment and pretty much lived there for the next two weeks, as did many other people. There was a keg every night, along with lots of liquor, etc.

One night I decided to get out the moped and drive it around the yard. It wasn’t a big yard, but there was a path behind the house that led down to the pond (the house was on top of a hill). So, I drove the moped down the hill and proceeded to drive along the path around the pond. About half-way around I hit a log in the path and fell over. There was a small but steep embankment into the pond, and I was pretty much head-first down it, with the moped on top of me. Due to the angle, the moped on top of me, and being extremely drunk, I couldn’t move. At least I wasn’t drowning in the pond, but my arms were flailing in the water. Luckily a friend was on the other side of the pond trying to start a fire in the fire pit and he saw me fall over. He helped me up, and all seemed well. I went back up to the house, poured a beer and relaxed on the porch. It was then I noticed the ugly 3-4 inch burn on my ankle. Apparently my ankle was against the muffler after my fall, but I never felt a thing. I cleaned it up, then kept partying.

When I woke up the next morning, I pretty much couldn’t walk. The burn (severe 2nd degree, probably 3rd degree) was so bad that putting any weight on that foot resulted in excruciating pain. It was so bad I had to take a couple days off work and go see the doctor.

When my parents got home, the house was of course spic-and-spanned, but I had to explain my burned ankle and the trip to the doctor.

We were trying to get the others to puke... we haven't dropped to a THAT level.
... yet. hehe :P