I was surprised because it flew like 15 feet away and splattered all over the floor. I just like smirked, grabbed it, and tossed it without even looking. A waiter came up and said “your food hasn’t been made yet so we can still ask you to leave.” I didn’t even order food so I was just sitting there laughing and motioning my hands at things like I was going to do it again.
The same night a friend of mine shit off his diving board into a pool skimmer…then proceeded to fall backwards directly onto the pool skimmer.
I think it was grade 6 or 7. My buddy’s parents where gone on vacation so we went to his house at lunch time and started drinking. Then we went back to school all trashed.
Pretty recently, actually. I don’t remember much but I was shown a video the next day of me and my friend (male:lame:) in our underwear holding each other and singing With Or Without You by U2.
I was 19 and it was a a new years party. jello Shots and drinking grey goose straight had me fucked up. Probably the funnest night of my entire life. I’m constantly reminded of how much of a animal I was.
The main thing I remember from that night is that at some point I was standing there holding on to my pants and this chick was like you look like you’re trying to hide a hard on. I wasn’t hard in the least, but bitch kept saying it so I was touch it.
Now all the people that was there bring that up every time I say I’m not a pervert.
LOL. like most who have posted here, I was about 15-16 at the time and me and some buddies got the hook-up from one of our older friends for a birthday party we were going to. we had weak sauce at first until we spotted the mixers in our friend’s fridge and then it got crazy. any of you experienced drinkers should know the ol’ saying,“beer before liquor, never been sicker.”
…It’s real. It’s DAMN real.
It wasn’t even hitting at first, but once the vodka and a few shots of jagermiester hit my stomach, my stomach decided to hit back… hord.
my stomach didn’t get the nausea like most people. I started getting dizzy and the next thing I knew, I was launching my own hadokens from my stomach onto anything and everything in five feet of me. this one chick comes over to check on me at the WORST possible moment…right when the next wave was hitting. unfortunately, she was standing in the line of fire and she got a blast to the chest. worst of all, she was wearing a white dress. yeah, bad idea for an outdoor party, but we were young. well, let’s just say she didn’t feel like going to the back of the van for the buttsechx after cleaning remixed vodka out of her bra. me? I didn’t feel like much of anything at the point. somehow my mom found out and wanted to freaking kill me.
the next morning, when the booze wore off and the hangover hit, I wished that she had. I’m just glad we didn’t have school the next day. I know she would’ve made me go just to teach me a lesson. She wouldn’t have needed to. I got owned…Hord.
Shit I cant even remember the first time I got drunk. I was probably 15 and it probably had something to do with going to some pissant, bullshit indie show downtown though.
I can recall (definitely not the first time) stories, of me collapsed face down somewhere on the boardwalk downtown yakking everywhere, and then calling my mom, staggering across town and passing out on the stoop of the pizza place though. Man she was pissed when she picked me up at like 3 in the morning. That night was insane. Someone should start a drunk story thread
I got a knife pulled on me and one of my friend’s got a gun held to his stomache to be let into the party. Alcohol actually helped in those situations for some reason. My friend was so happy later that he was drunk and wouldnt remember it fully
I was 12 and at a quincenera. Uncle gave me a cup, I drank the whole thing. And for some reason, The mexican in me kept telling me to drink and drink and drink. Next thing I know, Im dancing with some big girl on the dance floor. Fun stuff, 12-15 was fuckin FUN. Kinda died down after that though.
End of my Junior Year in High School me, and two of my buddies left school early.
We walked about 3 or 4 blocks to one of my buddies house, and got his brother to walk around with us. We were just shooting the shit, and it turned out we all had money. One thing lead to another and eventually we bought a fifth of Everclear, a fifth of Seagrams 102 Dry Gin, and 3 individual bottles of 211 Steel Reserve beer for each of us. The 211 was supposed to act as the chaser, since Everclear and 102 by itself is nasty as fuck.
So yeah we were chasing liquor with more liquor.
We started around 1:00 PM, me and one of my friends left my other friend(The one whose brother brought us the alcohol). Me and my buddy walked around for about 40 minutes, drunk as hell. He got the shits, so we had to walk all the way to the local college campus for him to go to the Bathroom, which was another 20 minutes. We got back to my crib at about 2:10 feeling like shit. We rested outside by my backyard, for hours, not saying anything to each other. My stomach hurt so bad, I thought it was over. He was just knocked the fuck out. We didn’t sober up and start talking again until about 8:30 that night.
Still was extra fun though. I felt pretty damn invincible while drunk. Occasionally I even started fucking with random people. Great times.
When I was in my teens I got really buzzed, but not drunk. Though when I was 17, in the summer, I remember one night that I was completely out of my mind. From what I remembered, I drank 8-12 bud ice in about an hour/ hour and a half. This is at some one’s bonfire party that this guy I know knows of. There were only like 5 or 6 of us, and no girls. So when a few girls showed up later on, I was completely out of my element. I started to flirt on all three, 2 of them had their boyfriend/fiance with them. This one girl said at one point “my legs are hairy…” then I said “nah, they’re fine” as I’m stroking her leg. I guess after that the guy I know “rescued” me by saying we had to go. As we are in the car, his buddy that was with us said that I was seconds away from getting my ass kicked by 3 or 4 guys for flirtering with their girls. As the driver said this, I responded by throwing up all over his plether/leather back seats.
Man, hobos are the worst. You get drunk by one of them and then you’re all over that nasty digestive tract. I know you allegedly leave most of the microbes behind once you steam up, but damn, I still felt dirty for like a month after I got out.
First time I got REALLY smashed (not just drunk) was at a lounge…but it had elevated my game enough for me to pull a number from a girl, so I was leaving the place on a crazy drunk high. Jumping the air, clicking my heels, and shouting shit like “ANYTHING IS POSSIBLEEEEEEEEEE!!!” into the sky. Shit was awesome.
I then fought a street sign ('cause it was telling me to stop - man, FUCK YOU!) and I woke up the next morning with a busted knuckle with no real recollection how I got it.
