Have you ever acted in such a way at a party that you later regretted or have had something happen to you that caused you to be so embarrassed you wanted to crawl under a table and die? Do share. If your stories are juicy enough, maybe I'll tell you mine.
I'll have to work on specifics (they are blocked from my memory) but I know the feeling of waking up in the morning and knowing some bad stuff happended the night before. then the hangover kicks in to really make it a bad day (or 5). Now to dig up some painful memories...
Made a public address in front of 100 people with my zipper undone....I had no idea until I sat down half an hour later....
I, a female, was at a pool party the other night and swam with all my friends with no swimming top on while I was smoking a cig (I don't normally smoke) and faking a French accent. Kinda' wish I hadn't done that. I wasn't the only one, though. There was a guy in the pool who had absolutely no clothes on and was also smoking and speaking with French accent... he was also riding on a large, inflatable killer whale pool toy.
This is taken from Stuff You Would Only Admit Online. I found it rather funny. When I was young, my parents took me to Pizza Hut for the all-you-can-eat. After slamming down a few Cokes and a couple of slices of pizza, I needed to take a slash. I walked into the men's toilets, headed into a free toilet cubicle, took a piss, flushed and then headed out. On my way out I washed my hands in what I thought was an unusual looking basin. Nothing more was thought of it. I continued the night eating pizza and smashing the dessert table. A few weeks later, I discovered that the unusual looking basin was actually a urinal. Yep, I washed my hands in a urinal.
This one is taken from the 'Self-Destruction' board on my website. One of the first times I was ever drunk! About 10 years ago, I went to Perth with my mate Greg to watch the AFL grand final at his older brother’s house. Why would we drive all the way to Perth just to watch the footy on the telly? Because Greg’s older bro was hiring a stripper to serve the drinks. Now, 10 years ago I wasn’t exactly a man. I was a pimply little punk and my balls were on the brink of dropping. I was not an experienced drinker but wanted to prove myself to the older lads. We brought over a block of Emu Bitter, one of the worst beers you could break your drinking cherry on. I should also mention that the beer was warm. We arrived at the shindig and cracked open a drink. All I could think was “Holy shit! I’m gonna see a real pair of titties today!†After a few drinks, the stripper arrived and the footy started. She didn’t fuck around. Within five minutes the tits were out and drinks were served. I couldn’t get my eyes of them! After a few minutes, the novelty wore off and I started watching the game. Greg, however, took a little bit longer to acclimatise. “Can I grab them?†“Are you a hooker?†“How much for head?†were some of his more memorable quotes. This didn’t seem to faze her, though. I suppose she has heard worse. The footy was shaping up to be a bit of a flop so we decided to involve some drinking games. Fuck that was a big mistake! The footy finished and I was hobo-drunk. My beer tally came in at 12 cans. Not a bad effort for an inexperienced drinker, I reckon. Shit was going haywire so I took a walk outside to get a breath of fresh air. Greg’s brother had a pretty decent house with a nice swimming pool in the yard. Seeing the glistening, cool water gave me a pre-pubescent brainwave: to dunk my head in the pool. I thought this would have a sobering effect. Fuck, how wrong was I? After plunging my head in three or four times, I got back up and went to walk back into the party. I couldn’t walk straight. It felt like half of the world was rotating one way, while the other half rotated in the opposite direction. I was dizzy as shit, stumbling around trying to get back to the house. About half way between the pool and the house, I felt a very uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. I fell onto my hands and knees, and began crawling to a nearby garden. The stripper must have seen me fall. She came running outside, tits bouncing around and wearing nothing but a g-string. Just as she started to help me up: “BLUUURRRUUURRRUUUPTSHHH!†I let out one of the biggest technicolour-yawns of my life. What happened next surprised me. Rather than push my face in the chuck, she holds my head up and rubs my back while I’m spewing. Greg’s brother and all his friends were pissing themselves laughing. The stripper turns to them and yells in a mother’s tone “What the fuck is wrong with you people? This is so irresponsible! Look at this poor boy!†Their smirks and laughter were instantly gone. I don’t remember much after the spewing incident but I do remember the stripper leaving. As she was getting into her car, she looked at me and said one of the most profound things I have ever heard. I can’t remember what it was because I was so fucked up but I remember it being a very deep life lesson. Probably something about not drinking so much. Anyway, there’s probably a lesson to be learnt in there somewhere but I don’t know what it is. I still haven’t figured it out…
One time got so drunk got in to a fight then police come any way ended up home wake up afther 1 day ... and didn't remember nothing
one time i got so drunk that i've woke up in another town with lots of people looking at me that was a very weird feeling...