DJ_NUFC Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 I sit here with a bowl of Italian Wedding soup and thank my lucky stars I can enjoy the soft, warm meatballs come apart in my mouth. The last 24 hours saw me drink so much vodka that I thought I was gonna die. Cousin drove me to the hospital and I kept throwing up, my heart-beat the fastest it's ever been and my body sweating from its every pore. Four hours spent like this - yes, four - and with no doctor in sight (this is Canada), I eventually passed out. When I woke, I was in my bed and spent the entire day puking some more, all beautifully clear white stuff which I was sure part-vodka, part-stomach acid. Still have no idea what happened to me, as I've actually drunk more than I did that night without any ill-effects. I suppose I'm either a) getting old, or b) should've eaten more. Only had 2 burgers all day. Bluegh. I'm good now. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaizero Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 My record would be a night at college, I had downed two liter bottles of Smirnoff Vodka before heading out, I would consume even more alcohol when arriving at the pub. I remember nothing, and everything I now tell you is what's been told me: First I was climbing over the fence to the railroad, and my mates had to pull me back. Second we arrived at the pub, I was dancing around taking photos of everyone. Thirdly I went to the bathroom and climbed onto the toilet and started taking photos of people in the stall next to where I was. Fourth I disappeared from the pub, called a mate and went on "I don't know where I am, I'm trapped in a building, all I can see is this yellow store." The yellow store was around the back of the pub, so my mate goes around and see me without my pants in an empty, locked store adjacent to the pub hammering on a window. My mate, also being drunk, agreed to get a rock to crush the window to get me out, but when he returned, I was gone. Then I had apparently walked up to the second floor of the building and pulled the fire alarm, then kicked down a door to get out and jumped off a balcony. Then the police and fire department came, and the people at the pub explained it was me who had done all this, so I did the only sensible thing when drunk... Ran as fuck away from them, it must have worked, because I got back to my dorm. My mates hid me in a room, I wanted to walk around naked in the dorm so I started undressing, they held me down. My other mate who was just as drunk as me found out he also wanted to walk around naked, so he started undressing. Then we found out we wanted to sleep in the same bed naked. Luckily our mates held us down long enough to force us to sleep, him in his bed and me on the floor. And the next morning, I woke up, not knowing why I was lying naked on a floor with vomit all over me. And for those who don't believe my story, I have video evidence provided by one of the mates who was holding me down Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaizero Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 http://www.facebook.com/v/31146560612 My favourite quotations include: "Where is up?" "Tom is naked." "Don't look, I'm naked." "We should walk naked." In Norwegian though, naturally. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest optimistic nit Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 when i was in pamplona for san fermin i had 2 litres of wine in around an hour to an hour and a half (not suprisingly i'm a bit fuzzy on how long exactly it took) and woke up the next morning at the bus station with piss all down one leg, vomit all down the other, with no passport, no cards and no money except 2 euro's which immediately went in a pepsi vending machine. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jill Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 I must be a really boring drunk, because if I get hammered I always just puke then go to sleep. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaizero Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 I must be a really boring drunk, because if I get hammered I always just puke then go to sleep. You know it's not been awesome if you remember it the next day. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jill Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 I must be a really boring drunk, because if I get hammered I always just puke then go to sleep. You know it's not been awesome if you remember it the next day. I have the worst memory anyway so I usually can't remember a thing. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DJ_NUFC Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 So far Kaizero's in the lead. Being pantless is whole another level of drunk. More news: got cousin's version of the story. I was apparently yelling out how I'd like to sleep with the nurses in the Emergency dept. Security guard had to be calmed down by cousin so we wouldn't get thrown out. I threw up more than ten times. Was weeping. Yes... crying, loudly for a few mins. Was telling people around me I was going to die coz I'd "read about" death from alcohol poisoning in the papers. Oh man, all this is so embarrassing . I hate the aftermath. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
madras Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 had a missing six hours from a birthday in ibiza. bottle of peach schnapps, 1 easter island dressing, 2 blue pints and assorted beers and shorts. only ever time i've lost that sort of timescale. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Robster Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Was stood having a piss in the bogs at Madisons but felt it necessary to have my trousers down around my ankles. 22nd Birthday i think that was. It was at the time when Dobsons was the last stop before and they did "trebles" for the price of "singles". My mates thought it would be fun to get me a "treble, treble". Dont remember much else from the evening Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Lee-T Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Oh man, all this is so embarrassing . I hate the aftermath. Clearly isn't that embarrassing for you if your coming on here trying to boast about it to everyone. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dave Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Snap! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Disco Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Been for a piss in the kitchens at Wetherspoons in Hexham as i thought it was the toilet. Got hoyed out I've been drunker like. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tooj Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Been for a piss in the kitchens at Wetherspoons in Hexham as i thought it was the toilet. Got hoyed out I've been drunker like. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cajun Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Downed 16 TVR's in about 4 hours. Apparently left the pub at 5pm and thats the last anyone saw of me. I don't even remember doing that and my next memory was waking up in my bed at around 8am with my bin next to me covered in sick and a bag from the chicken shop placed in the middle not even touched. So that was about 15 hours of my life where I don't have a clue what I did. Its fucking scarey I was walking about in that sort of state and somehow managed to get home. I really think I was probably close to death that day. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tooj Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Woke up one morning after being asleep outside of Gateshead stadium. The crazy thing is I was round someone's house in Sandyford, yet I only lived in Heaton so have no idea how I ended up there to this day. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest firetotheworks Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Hammered the trebles in The Star Inn (WHY!?!?!?) then went to The Black Bull where I proceeded to act like a WWF referee, by going up to people and doing the 1....2....3...count, apparently I also absolutely ripped it out of some kids moustache and kept responding to everything my girlfriend at the time said with '..and you can shut up'...went to the toilet and had people laugh at me because I kept going 'seriously, Im gunna die' in between being sick everywhere. When I got the taxi home I accused my girlfreind at the time of not loving me because she didnt know my exact address Then when I got in I just kept being sick. There was also a time when I went to sleep on a garage forecourt in Shiremoor, after drinking loads of rum. Im never normally a twat when Im drunk, but The Black Bull night was the one night I was an absolute cunt. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Heneage Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 The first time I got drunk with family at a wedding was bad, my uncles and older cousin saw me coming a mile off, cut a few beers and stupid amount of shots later, me attempting to get in the back of my Mums Merc Coupe and failing miserably, My Dad came out to find me just lying up against the door. I was horrible the next day, and in between getting up at 9pm to ask what time the match kicked off, and attempting to play Fifa in an atrocious state, I just sat there laughing apparently. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cajun Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 You are the biggest "name" dropper around Nixon Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
colinmk Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Was off my tree wandering about the ABC in Glasgow one time and somehow managed to get to the backstage bit where bands go when they are playing. Not sure how i got there because apparently the entrance is behind the bar... Anyway the cops showed up while I was apparently smashing a signed arctic monkeys framed poster thing and then apparently while they were stading in front of me I rolled it up and put it up my jumper and tried to walk past them. Not sure why I did this, don't even like the arctic monkeys that much but I spent the night in the cells. Horrible place to wake up with no memory. A mate of mine where live now also stole a fishing boat and was arrested and another mate stole a lorry and crashed it in a ditch but was never caught after running away succesfully from the scene. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr. Snrub Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Going home from a bar with a mate one night. He needed to stop at some house along the way for something and somehow I managed to get lost from him walking down a street, so I walked a bit more anyway and got to this big square of houses, must have been about 30 of them so I think "Right he's got to be in 1," so pick a house at random, climb over the back fence and start knocking on the back door. Then when some fella came down I started askin him if my mate's here.. I was greeted with confusion/anger and got a straight forward no, so I decided to let myself into his house, walk through it and let myself out the front door. Start walking somewhere, came across a phone box and spent the next half hour or so trying to operate it but to no avail. Can't remember getting home, just thankful I didn't get murdered or anything. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mattypnufc Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 This drunk http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v161/26/71/791240382/n791240382_1751467_9995.jpg Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
pedro111 Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Downed 16 TVR's in about 4 hours. Apparently left the pub at 5pm and thats the last anyone saw of me. I don't even remember doing that and my next memory was waking up in my bed at around 8am with my bin next to me covered in sick and a bag from the chicken shop placed in the middle not even touched. So that was about 15 hours of my life where I don't have a clue what I did. Its f***ing scarey I was walking about in that sort of state and somehow managed to get home. I really think I was probably close to death that day. You managed to get home because the 'booze angel' grabbed you by the collar and took you home. Ive been in similar states but the booze angel always sees you home safe and sound. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rocker Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Downed 16 TVR's in about 4 hours. Apparently left the pub at 5pm and thats the last anyone saw of me. I don't even remember doing that and my next memory was waking up in my bed at around 8am with my bin next to me covered in sick and a bag from the chicken shop placed in the middle not even touched. So that was about 15 hours of my life where I don't have a clue what I did. Its f***ing scarey I was walking about in that sort of state and somehow managed to get home. I really think I was probably close to death that day. You managed to get home because the 'booze angel' grabbed you by the collar and took you home. Ive been in similar states but the booze angel always sees you home safe and sound. Class! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gash Posted April 11, 2009 Share Posted April 11, 2009 Going home from a bar with a mate one night. He needed to stop at some house along the way for something and somehow I managed to get lost from him walking down a street, so I walked a bit more anyway and got to this big square of houses, must have been about 30 of them so I think "Right he's got to be in 1," so pick a house at random, climb over the back fence and start knocking on the back door. Then when some fella came down I started askin him if my mate's here.. I was greeted with confusion/anger and got a straight forward no, so I decided to let myself into his house, walk through it and let myself out the front door. Start walking somewhere, came across a phone box and spent the next half hour or so trying to operate it but to no avail. Can't remember getting home, just thankful I didn't get murdered or anything. Not the most drunk i ever got, but last night i spent a good 20 minutes trying to operate the cash point to get taxi money out. To no avail, so i rang my dad to fetch me, he wasnt best pleased with the time being as it was i just realised i was using the wrong card. Epic fail, but i saved a tenna taxi Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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