What Have You Done When Drunk Or High?!!!!

[badheroine]

Hey Guys.....

The aim of this thread is nothing more than complete and utter self humiliation!!!!

After a random conversation, Gal and I have decided that we would like to completely humiliate ourselves by sharing our misadventures whilst either drunk or high.

So please feel free to join in and humiliate yourself and let us laugh at you as well!!!!!

Happy Posting!!!

[Galadriel]

Great! finally we can make even better fools of ourselves ;D

Looks like I have to start I'll start with the most innocent one ;D

My first time I got drunk was in the army. The guys put a piggybank together in the bar and gave it to me, since I was the only one that never drank (stupid fools )
Since beer and other drinks were cheap as hell at the base, you can imagine how much we all drank. I only had Porto but I had to follow with the guys and their beers, so this Gal felt a "little light in the head" and got the idea of giving a speech (I don't remember what i said though) but I do know that i was standing on my barstool. I fell off, with my face in someones lap, bit someone elses finger cause he was trying to make me puke and I sang the whole John Brown song while four men were carrying me to my sleeping quarters
Imagine that I met my future husband only two days before that

[badheroine]

Nice one Gal..... Seeing as you made me start this thread, it's only fair that you posted first. But I will now enlighten everyone to one of the stories which you and Elliott where privy to!!!!!

On one of my many drunken nights out I decided, in my infinite wisdom (and after one double whiskey too many) that I was actually a Care Bear! So there is me standing in a pub that is packed to capacity flashing my stomach and telling everyone that a rainbow was going to appear and take me to Care-A-Lot! Sadly this didn't come true and I was quite upset by this. My friends however, thought it was highly entertaining and videoed it to show my mum!

[peterh]

Cool topic. Most of my stories are probably not PG but I can share one about what could be the worst prom in Danish history.

Back in Gymnasiet I was all set to go to Lancier (Danish equivalent of prom, I'd guess). I had the rented tux, the bleached hair and, yes, even a date - so all was looking good. Come dinner, and me foolishly agreeing to drink half a bottle of red wine. After devouring the red wine I began drinking beer - probably managed the red wine and four beers in an hour and a half.

Then we arrived at the dance and it went surprisingly well. When finished I hit the champagne table with a vengeance, drinking around five glasses when the limit per student was one. That got me a bit hammered but I continued with beer nonetheless. And that's when the memory blank kicks in.

The next thing I remember is being found lying in some room and being asked the phone number for my parents. The time is 10.45 pm and I'm so drunk my parents have to come get me. Somehow they manage to get me in the car but right outside my house I fall and can't get up. So my parents have to lift me inside and get me to bed. Kinda embarrasing, really, especially since I've been looking so much forward to going to a club where they've arranged a red carpet for all prom participators.

Alas, I wake up with a major hangover the next day and finds out that not only did I threw up all over the rented tux nearly ruining it but also lost my glasses during the night. Luckily someone found them because I'd be lost without them, really.

The following Monday I somehow manages to be even more surprised. It seems I had an encounter with my math teacher in the toilet where I had totally insulted him. Bad move as I am already in enough trouble in math class and, of course, I end up failing math that year!

So, there you have it. A prom night somehow out of the ordinary - and it even ended up affecting my grades. Hope your proms was better than mine!

[badheroine]

Pete, you really are a doofus some times!

Thanks for the post...... It was a good giggle to read!

[badheroine]

Ok, here we go for yet another "I can't Believe I Did That" story......

So one time, when I was very drunk...... I had walked out of a pub that I regularly frequent and decided that I was in love with the first thing I saw..... Sadly for me, it was a lamp post! I was adamant that this lamp post and I were destined to be together forever so I kindly asked one of my friends if they would marry us! When they declined I got very upset and sat on the pavement crying and screaming like a 3 year old with no toys!

In the end, one of my friends decided they would be happy to perform our ceremony, complete with vows and everything!

So it turns out, that not only did I marry a lamp post who was not interested in me as I was the only one to say "I Do", but in the process I had actually sat in a puddle and completely soaked myself.

Then came the bus journey home! I felt that I owed the bus driver some sort of explanation as to why I was in such a mess. So I stood talking up a storm about how my wedding night had been a disaster, I had to leave my new bride standing alone on a corner, and that I had only just completed my toilet training and I was having a bad night with it!

Thankfully, the bus driver saw the funny side..... the other passengers were a bit peeved that I had decided that the bus driver couldn't go anywhere until I had fully explained myself, which took a whole hour!!!!!

I am so glad I don't ride the buses much anymore! And alas, my marriage didn't work out that well either..... I went back to the pub a few days later and saw some man fiddling with her bulb! It was a divorce there and then!

[Lews]

So apparently alot of people have been complaining that I haven't been posting any stories. Not sure why they would want to hear, or read, any of them anyways, since I'm quite boring. I guess I'll share two stories tonight, see how they go.

Story one, first time I had ever done anything bad!

So here is young Lews, age 13 or 14 ( can't remember too well, my memories a bit foggy these days ) on his first cruise ship! Luckily he's not alone, he's with his big and little cousins, Paul and Ryan.

Well, it's the first day of the cruise, and we've had some fun. We left Vancouver and have gone up to Alaska, and it's getting late. We've had dinner, changed out of our suits and are chilling on the deck. It's me, my two cousins, and two girls. My cousin Paul was 16, my cousin Ryan 12. (ish)

So my cousin Paul is hitting on the girls, and trying to impress them by talking about how everyone on his island ( he lives on a very expensive, nice island ) parties all the time and likes to smoke weed. They look a little skeptical and so he goes 'am I right Lews?' I say 'oh yeah, all the time.' See, i thought he was joking. I thought he was trying to impress them. Well... he wasn't joking. Now I even buy beer from him, but that's another story.

So he pulls out a sack ( for you technicalities a dub-sack) of marijuana. I was pretty shocked. I was surprised that anyone would ever even consider doing this, as I had been told it was .... something...um... bad for your brain? I forget, anyways..

So it's around midnight, we're on the back of the ship smoking out of an apple he carved out. This is my first time, and I'm starting to enjoy it. I'm getting pretty nicely blazed, and starting to smile alot. Now some other girls come, and they have the great idea that we should get something to drink as well. Why not!?!

So we go inside, and pass by the dining room. Well it is closed, but we do see several bottles of wine on display, as an example of what can be served tonight. So we take a few... okay all of them... and go back on the deck.

This is my first time drinking, I've downed about... a bottle... as well as smoked alot. Well, after about 4 bottles, and there is like 6 or 7 of us ( though I thought it was like 12 or 14) we go back inside to steal some vodka from the bar. Two girls go to bed, with my younger cousin. I'm barely able to walk, the two older girls are giggling, and my cousin is determined to get some vodka. unfortunately... the exact moment he chose to take a bottle, was the exact moment a security personal walked by. Well, my cousin bolts for it. In about 10 seconds he goes from Floor 1 to Floor 10.

Me and the girls run for the elevator, and try to get the door closed... not fast enough. The security guy comes in. I'm trying to see straight and not throw up, and the two girls are just laughing, and obviously high. The guy asked if we knew who that was, we replied that we had no idea and we were just going to bed. The guy said he didn't believe us, but let us go.

So by now it's probably 1:30 and I am feeling like [Censored] The girls go to bed, and I go to my room. Well, try as I might to be quiet, as soon as the door opens I hear 'Lews...' well [Censored]... it's my dad. He gets out of bed and comes over. 'Do you know what time it is?' and right when I open my mouth to reply, I throw up all over him. Good thing it wasn't awkward or anything, amirite?

Story two:

Fast forward to last december, I'm 17 and a fully functional alcoholic. teenager. With the departure of my dad, I now have the whole downstairs to myself! Next to my bedroom I now have a TV, Couch, Chairs, Mini-fridge, etc. So people come over alot.

Two friends come over, and around 10:00 once my mom goes to sleep we start drinking some beers. Well, around 11:00 we're getting a little loud, and my friend mentions his parents are out of town for one night. Well great, why didn't he just say that in the first place? Well we pack up a few xbox controllers, grab a few bottles of wine, a few cigars, and drive over to his house.

I had just had a pretty [Censored] week at school, and was ready to unwind. We're playing Halo3 in his room, and we've all had about a six pack of Beer each. We go down to his kitchen, and start drinking some wine. Well.. I haven't eaten anything all day and I'm drinking... alot. By the end of the night I had 6 beers, 2 bottles of wine, and around 8 shots. I don't remember any of it beyond us starting to drink wine. I do know that I woke up at 6 am in my friends bathroom . Got home around 6:30, went to sleep. Woke up at 2 the next afternoon, with the worst hangover of my life.

Later I saw the video recordings my friends made of the night... apparently they had a blowing device thing and I blew a .38, which apparently is not healthy or something? Anyways I was like crawling on the floor, flipping them off, and they were hitting me in the head with a bottle trying to get me to wake up so they could take me home.. not my best moment.

See I told you my stories are boring =/

[Galadriel]

Rofl Lews, the first one was pretty fun to read though ;D

Last night, i had no idea how I got home on my scooter, but it took me about 22 min to get here. Right now, I'm still a bit fuzzy so I'm going to bed again untill I have to pick up my son from school and start my late shift at work. I hope that the pain in my left heel will be over soon though, can't stand on it, dunno how that happened ;D

[badheroine]

Lews..... you are funny.....

Ok... here is another drunken episode of mine. Not as bad as the others but still pretty awful.

I was about 16 and one of my friends decided to throw a party as his parents were out of the country! So you have a bunch of rowdy 16 year olds and a whole heap of alcohol and a few hundred cigarette boxes all being passed around.

We all started drinking at around 6:30 and by 10 I couldn't remember my own name. It was very unfortunate that I had to get a taxi home. I couldn't remember my address so I decided to direct the taxi..... 15 miles in the wrong direction! Hardly the smart thing to do.

I stumbled through the door, came face to face with my mum who just stood there and laughed at my drunken stupor and rapidly turned to walk away. As she walked away I threw up all over the hallway floor and then passed out.... face down in my vomit!

I was awoken the following morning to my mum banging the vacuum cleaner against my head and trying to move me so she could clean the floor properly!!!

[peterh]

May 9, 2008 16:43:03 GMT badheroine said:

Lews..... you are funny.....

Ok... here is another drunken episode of mine. Not as bad as the others but still pretty awful.

I was about 16 and one of my friends decided to throw a party as his parents were out of the country! So you have a bunch of rowdy 16 year olds and a whole heap of alcohol and a few hundred cigarette boxes all being passed around.

We all started drinking at around 6:30 and by 10 I couldn't remember my own name. It was very unfortunate that I had to get a taxi home. I couldn't remember my address so I decided to direct the taxi..... 15 miles in the wrong direction! Hardly the smart thing to do.

I stumbled through the door, came face to face with my mum who just stood there and laughed at my drunken stupor and rapidly turned to walk away. As she walked away I threw up all over the hallway floor and then passed out.... face down in my vomit!

I was awoken the following morning to my mum banging the vacuum cleaner against my head and trying to move me so she could clean the floor properly!!!

So that's the origin of your appalingly low standard of hygiene, bh!

Thanks for telling

[badheroine]

Peter.... I am almost certain I saw you there at one point or another.... either that or it was a relative of yours that taught me to be gross!

[Lews]

So last night I got higher then I've ever been before, it was pretty weird.

So me and this girl are just driving around chilling, and we decide that we should get a little high! So we find another person, and go and park and start smoking from this girls' bong. Well, things were going swimmingly, we had it hot-boxed and were getting nicely blazed. Well I took one amazing hit, that left me coughing for around 5 minutes.. and things got a little bit weird.

I sat there coughing for about 5 minutes, until I noticed that I felt numb all over, like you do when a body part is asleep. But instead of hurting it felt good. Then I noticed that the bass of our music was rippling energy waves through my body. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt lots of pressure on my head.

We started to drive around, and I'm seeing double everything. I close one eye, and things look better... except that everything is leaving trails of itself everywhere. I'm getting a little bit concerned, especially when I notice that I'm teleporting.. We stop at a light, and then suddenly I blink and we're at the next light.

Sometime we lost the girl, and picked up my friend, I don't know how. At one point I started hallucinating that my soul was getting taken from me by some demons, but some angels brought it back.

At one point I felt as if my body was down below, and I was above it, floating around. The fact that my vision was contorting everything didn't help that.

I've never hallucinated off of marijuana before, it was pretty [Censored]ed up. Besides that whole soul thing it was pretty chill though.. except for when I thought my head was going to explode, that kind of sucked also.

Apparently we spent like 4 hours driving around, but it felt like 15 minutes to me, since I kept spacing out. Fun time though.

I dunno.. just a weird story lol.