I shall post mine if I see sufficient evidence that I will not be alone in my foolishness.
She forgave me, but has yet to let me forget.
The package disintegrated, with a lot of electrical energy discharged.
It was dramatic, though.
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Your turn.
.Friend's house. Some unidentifyable amount of time ago, but I think it was half a year. Whatever. Lots of people over, lots of crazy drunk/half drunk people. Friends who can only get downstairs by butt-sliding. It was fun .
So I get mildly buzzed, when my friend hands me something that looks, tastes, and smells like orange juice. I drink it, it's orange juice, there's even pulp.
This was devil liquid.
It snuck up on me and I remember doing two things that ensured I cannot see a few of those people ever again.
1. Dance.
2. 5 am, I wake up, no hangover but still slightly buzzed, wearing a sarong-like thingie over my whole body, and frying up perogies in the kitchen. Drunk people stumble in. See me. Stumble out.
There.
I can soundly recommend you never vomit on your partner. :\
.I have a ton of these stories, too...
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
I stealthily infect the other threads to annoy Franky! [ 08-27-2002: Message edited by: Lyinar Ka`Bael ]
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
That's a perogie. Yummiest thing ever with sour cream.
Progies are what I refererd to
Might have to try it sometime.
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
That's about it.
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Check out the big brain on Dr. Pvednes, PhD!
What's wrong with a Sarong?
Sarongs = gud
I love the RQG!
Last Christmas the Art $ Design staff held a Christmas do at the local bar (they'd booked a room for us especially) and because it was a student event, all the cocktails were only £1 each. I'd been drinking at the clothes show since 1pm so I was quite merry and after a few drinks spent the night throwing up many a colourful liquid in the toilets...
And last month at my friends 21st birthday party myself and best friend got incredibly drunk, accepoted a dare from birthday boy and made out in front of everyone. It was quite funny to see the expression on the lads faces and i'm apparently a very good kisser. *smirks*
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Lady Leckie had this to say about Knight Rider:
And last month at my friends 21st birthday party myself and best friend got incredibly drunk, accepoted a dare from birthday boy and made out in front of everyone. It was quite funny to see the expression on the lads faces and i'm apparently a very good kisser. *smirks*
you made out with a girl?!?!?!?!
RIGHT ON!
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That night I dremt I couldn't sleep because tiny little me's were harassing me all night.
To this day I dunno if all that was from the fever or if the drugs contributed to it.
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Doomie attempted to be funny by writing:
Got pretty shnockered, grabbed a pot, put it on my head, a pot top in my hand and a wooden spoon, and ran around screaming "IM A ROMAN WARRIOR" hitting people with the spoon...Not one of the proudest moments in my life...
That's great.
Under one of the corners of this table was an old Costco bulk-style box of Frosted flakes.. I loved those things. I'd eat an entire bag and savour the very sweet shugar in the bottom. 
Well, anyway.. One day, after about five hours of a good run at Zelda (No, the first one. Yeah. Thats it.) mom called me. I stood up and stretched, putting my hands over my head and onto the rafters (Okay, so it was an unfinished basement. ) and started getting tunnel vision. No problem, of course. Its happened before.
I woke up half an hour later, my right knee in the cereal box, face pressed against the TV. It was a shame, the box was holding up my alarm clock.
Edit: Oh, and:
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Empress Eisuye had this to say about Captain Planet:
"I don't drink so therefore I can post on this thread and belittle you anyway HAH HAH!"
[ 08-27-2002: Message edited by: Delphi Aegis ]
And when I was 5, I walked into a piece of sheet metal, scared the crap out of KMart.
While perhaps one of my more courageous moments, it was not one of my smartest =)
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Piper stopped beating up furries long enough to write:
My best friend, myself, and my lab partner of 4 years went out dancing on New Year's Eve. On the stroke of midnight (after MUCH alcohol), without an ounce on inhibition, I kissed my lab partner.While perhaps one of my more courageous moments, it was not one of my smartest =)
...That's it?
I could bring up all sorts of stupid crap I remember doing, most of which happened when I was very young.
Like the time I tackled my brother from atop a flight of stairs. I could've caused him serious brain damage- His head missed smacking a chunk out of the coffee table by an eighth of an inch. I was four at the time, I was also sick and on several medicines.
Or the time I caused myself a neck injury by tripping over my own feet at the very top of the upstairs stairs in my house. You confused yet? Yeah? Good. I rolled down both flights. Yes, I bounced off the wall and kept rolling. I was three at the time.
Ah, what else...
Well, my mom freaked out, as you might imagine. She called poison control. I don't know why, but they found no proof that I ever drank it. No spilled syrup, no breath on me, just a completely empty bottle. Cool. So pretty soon, I started to feel kind of funny. I went down to where my mom was and said, "Mommy, I don't feel good." And at that moment I collapsed on the floor. Oops.
I was unconcious for the rest of the time, but I remember waking up in an emergency room. I jumped off of the stretcher I was on and started running down the hall. (I swear, I'm not even lying to you. I swear on my life.) Well, after a couple of yards, I remember falling down again. So I woke up later, and what did I find myself in? A straitjacket. Great. Those things are really uncomfortable. I had to take strange laxative substances and I kept vomiting.
I've never touched cough medicine since.
No, this wasn't some 1-upping contest. It's just my story.
no, sriously, i streaked across a sears once when i was high on weed. it was fun.
In my drunk, still 80%-asleep haze, I mistook a small, five-year old boy dressed as Jason for halloween, for a giant angry serial killer, and scampered screaming up the stairs and hid in the bathroom.
I was at a party, and because I was trying to forget about a bad grade I got, and I ended up polishing off more than a healthy share of beer. I don't remember much beyond walking in on my best friend having sex, to get a swimsuit (though why I bothered is beyond me).
And then I woke up, naked, with my clothes scatered about the room, in the guest bed, next to this girl I hardly know. Niether of us are really sure what happened.
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So quoth Cap'n Elethi:
Niether of us are really sure what happened.
drunken monkey sex would be a safe guess.
I was incredibly tired and bored one night, so I decided to see if my home-made strobe light would affect the TV. I turned out the lights, watched the TV screen, and turned on the strobe light.
Nothing happens to the picture, so I reached into the strobe light to turn it off, and instead grabbed the batteries.
It shot my hands into the air. Hurt a lot
My fingers tingled, were numb, and very hard to move for about half an hour.
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