Simple query, complex answer: what's stupidest thing you've done/said while drunk? Or perhaps, what have you most regretted doing later?
For me....hmmm, that's a tough one. For how often I've been hammered in the last couple years, and for all the stupid things I've done, nothing's been too horrendous. The one I probably regret the most was when we decided to knock over a road sign...by charging at it headfirst. Repeatedly. I woke up sore, hung over, and with poison ivy. Fortunately, I don't drive drunk ever, and I know to hold my tongue where others around me are letting slip, well, anything that comes into their heads.
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
thank god it fell through
A dry pool.
His retard strength prevailed, and he was somehow entirely unharmed.
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Led thought this was the Ricky Martin Fan Club Forum and wrote:
Lost my virginity
I said I was sorry dammit..
Stupdiest thing?
Walking around in public, smashed on whiskey and grain alcohol. I was all dressed up too, fedora and trench coat and such. We went to a restaurant, and apparently, according to my group of friends I threw a sammich at someone at our table, I tried to buy coke from someone in the bathroom (while having a discussion about it, too, I guess) and then went outside, tried to get hit by traffic and then laid down in the middle of a road and almost got arrested.
So that whole day. Started roughly 10 AM and finished around 4 PM.
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Timpofee's unholy Backstreet Boys obsession manifested in:
I said I was sorry dammit..
hilarious
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I then promptly puked before I finished chewing. And I heaved another 5 times or so after that. When my body decides it's time to puke, it gets EVERYTHING out. I wiped my mouth off, sprayed my face with the hose and went back inside and fell asleep. My dad wasn't happy that I puked in the backyard the next morning, because ants were swarming it.
*shrug*
Blindy. fucked around with this message on 10-11-2006 at 02:12 PM.
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
Aury fucked around with this message on 10-11-2006 at 02:19 PM.
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Aury's momma would never want to hear them say:
Two fingers, one girl. You figure it out. To this day, I shudder every time I think about it.
You are such a queer.
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From the book of Aury, chapter 3, verse 16:
Two fingers, one girl. You figure it out. To this day, I shudder every time I think about it.
You flipped off some chick with both hands?!
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
This all happened in a 6 hour span mind you. There is a few more things but my classmates wont tell me about them.
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
.. but I don't regret it, it was exfoliation!
Ran off into the woods, completely drunk, yelling THE POLICE ARE COMING after making a total ass of myself at a party. Woke up on the beach with little/no memory of what had occurred, completely alone in pitch blackness. Attempts to move resulted in vomiting and loss of balance, leading to faceplants and more vomiting. I couldn't see anything, it was completely quiet and I was entirely alone. And immobile. And, after a scant handful of minutes with only the slow advance and retreat of waves to remind me I was still living, entirely fucking terrified.
One time while I was in Cuba most of my friends had gone to bed and I, being nocturnal, stayed up for a bit longer. We had, as is some sort of jolly requirement in Cuba, been drinking so much my hair hurt. Somehow in the dead of night I got the BRILLIANT idea to do some solo sightseeing. I just walked out of the front of the hotel and into Havana. Twenty minutes later and I have no idea where the fuck I am, there is NO ONE outside and the landscape is swiftly becoming rural. Somehow I made it back to the hotel, but I told no one and don't really remember how.
Okay, this was about... hmm... 15 years ago during the easter holidays on a Wednesday or so.
Came back from the movies and a party and me a my friends realized that we weren't drunk enough yet, so we decided to to find out what booze my friends parents had left. First we destroyed the contents of a bottle Campari. Because there was not much left, we mixed it with orange juice. As the Campari run out we switched to Martini, which we poured into our still half-full glasses with the Campari-Orange mix. The Martini did not last long before we switched to Wodka-Red-Bull, for which we did not bother to get new glasses for but instead blended it with our Campari-Martini-Orange concoction. For science!
In the end only me and the friend, in whose house we were drinking in, were left. At about, Idontknowwhatthefuckoclockitwas, we decided to have a final Fernet Branca to calm down our stomaches and decided to go to bed. I stood at my friend's house because I was too fucking drunk to get home or to remember if I even got a home. I got the guest room (all people still waiting for this turning into a gay sex story can stop reading now).
After sleeping the restfull sleep of a person with more alcohol than blood in his veins for about [no idea] hours, my innards came to the fun conclusion that they wanted to find out what the world outside of my body looks like. As my brain works best under the influence of alcohol, I came to the absolute correct assessment that I would never make it to the bathroom. Using my awesome brainpower to find a place to empty my innards into I checked the room. Computer? No. Printer? No? My friend's mother selfmade pottery? Nope. Outside? Yes, perfect! Racing to the window I almost stumbled over the simple plastic trashcan/bucket that was resting right next to my bed, while already losing parts of the precious alcohol I had not digested yet.
Already spraying against it, I managed to open the window. I should mention that the apartment was on the first floor. Blinded by the bright light and dazed by the fresh air, I opened the floodgate to hell and let the river Styx flow right through me and out of the window.
I already mentioned that it was right in the middle of the week because I had school holidays, yes?
Well, I hit the mailman.
She rebuffed me totally but was apparently 100% cool with it, though... to my amazement... she always said "hi" to me with a great big smile afterwards and talked to me all the time.
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Tarquinn's unholy Backstreet Boys obsession manifested in:
Tarq essay about why he does not like cocktails, longdrinks and almost all other mixed drinks anymore.Okay, this was about... hmm... 15 years ago during the easter holidays on a Wednesday or so.
Came back from the movies and a party and me a my friends realized that we weren't drunk enough yet, so we decided to to find out what booze my friends parents had left. First we destroyed the contents of a bottle Campari. Because there was not much left, we mixed it with orange juice. As the Campari run out we switched to Martini, which we poured into our still half-full glasses with the Campari-Orange mix. The Martini did not last long before we switched to Wodka-Red-Bull, for which we did not bother to get new glasses for but instead blended it with our Campari-Martini-Orange concoction. For science!
In the end only me and the friend, in whose house we were drinking in, were left. At about, Idontknowwhatthefuckoclockitwas, we decided to have a final Fernet Branca to calm down our stomaches and decided to go to bed. I stood at my friend's house because I was too fucking drunk to get home or to remember if I even got a home. I got the guest room (all people still waiting for this turning into a gay sex story can stop reading now).
After sleeping the restfull sleep of a person with more alcohol than blood in his veins for about [no idea] hours, my innards came to the fun conclusion that they wanted to find out what the world outside of my body looks like. As my brain works best under the influence of alcohol, I came to the absolute correct assessment that I would never make it to the bathroom. Using my awesome brainpower to find a place to empty my innards into I checked the room. Computer? No. Printer? No? My friend's mother selfmade pottery? Nope. Outside? Yes, perfect! Racing to the window I almost stumbled over the simple plastic trashcan/bucket that was resting right next to my bed, while already losing parts of the precious alcohol I had not digested yet.
Already spraying against it, I managed to open the window. I should mention that the apartment was on the first floor. Blinded by the bright light and dazed by the fresh air, I opened the floodgate to hell and let the river Styx flow right through me and out of the window.
I already mentioned that it was right in the middle of the week because I had school holidays, yes?
Well, I hit the mailman.
This would have been perfect if you were in a higher story and vomited on people below. But, you did get the mailman, and that's freaking funny.
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Tarquinn had this to say about (_|_):
Tarq essay
Comedy gold. I've never been actually drunk, but I did have a buzz on once and ran into a door.
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A sleep deprived Jajahotep stammered:
This would have been perfect if you were in a higher story and vomited on people below. But, you did get the mailman, and that's freaking funny.
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Tarquinn had this to say about Pirotess:
In fact I was. I was on the second floor and not on the first floors as I accidentally wrote above.
Hehehe awesome.
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Ja'Deth Issar Ka'bael had this to say about Pirotess:
Comedy gold. I've never been actually drunk, but I did have a buzz on once and ran into a door.
When celebrating my divorce, as Melissa and I were heading back to our hotel room, I tripped over my feet in the hallway and as she's staring at me (she wasn't drinking) I said "Don't look at me! I didn't fall and you can't prove it."
Not a regrettable moment, just funny hearing the stories.
it was a bad night
Under capitalism, man exploits man. Under communism, it's just the opposite. - John Kenneth Galbraith
He just shook his head and sighed.
That hurt a lot more 
