Best Drunk Stories!

Slade · Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2004 9:22 pm Post subject:

Ha! You're ALL losers -- I don't need to be drunk to act like an idiot!
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DJ_Mittens · Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 9:44 am Post subject:

I think it's more of a learned behavior. You see your friends and family doing it, so you're more likely to join in the fun. I'm sure genetics have a lot to do with it, but I think a lot has to do with the company you keep.
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Derickls · Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 10:14 am Post subject:

the genetics thing has to be with being predisposed to having an addictive personality. supposedly, it's easier for some people to get addicted to things then others, and it's a genetic thing.

Reflections · Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 11:17 am Post subject:

My 18th birthday. Oh boy. I shudder thinking about it. So I wasn't having a party because I never celebrate my birthday. But my girlfriend of the time wasn't satisfied with this. So the compromise was we went to our friend, Peter's 18th party.

I took my half bottle of vodka and when we got there it was still pretty quiet. One by one more of our friends started arriving and eventually the drinking began. Everyone started doing shots, and I joined in straight from my bottle. It sorta quieted down and a good friend of mine gave me my present. Half a bottle of really expensive scotch. Uh oh. I finished off the rest of my vodka from my bottle and was okay. When you drink quickly you're okay up until a point. At that point it hits you.

We were standing in a group out that backyard just chatting away when we decided to go inside. BAM. I stepped a little awkwardly. At this point I knew tonight was gonna be fun. I looked down at my half bottle of scotch and laughed.

So inside we went and things were fun. Until Veronica arrived. Now my girlfriend is the jealous type. (Aren't we all, really..) By this time I had drank a quarter of a bottle of scotch straight from the bottle as well and was well.. quite drunk. I was happy to see Veronica as she was a good friend of mine. We hugged and walked off to chat. I finished off the last quarter in another drink and requested we might sit down.

I leaned my head on her shoulder as we were seated outside around the fire. She had her arms around me and my girlfriend decided to walk outside and take this the wrong way. She had been drinking too, so her perception was probably a little distorted. In any event she ran out the front of the house crying and went up the street a little. John decided to follow her for comfort. Someone decided to tell me of this event and I stumbled to the location.

*Enter jerkwad*. My girlfriends good friend had brought an unofficial boyfriend to the party. He felt it was his duty to block me from seeing my girlfriend. I was of course unhappy with this arrangement and procedded to ask him politely to please move. (Haha). I pushed him and this is when Veronica grabbed me and told me to leave it alone. I shouted something at my girlfriend for using this guy to stop me from talking to her and went back inside.

*Enter jerkwad 2*, my girlfriends ex-bf. For some reason unknown to me completely, he decided to turn up to this party even though he was alone and knew no one there except my girlfriend. I had no knowledge of this until I walked out of a room that me, Veronica and Justin were seated in and saw jerkwad 2 enter a bedroom with my girlfriend and lock the door. I was unhappy with this arrangement. I yelled but it was ignored. In frustration I punched the door, leaving a fist sized crater in my friends door of his PARENTS house.

Uh oh. Enter the parents. They hadn't seen me do it and were unaware of who had done it. My friends drunken father was rather angry and told us all to get out of his house. This is when Michael turns up, completely oblivious to what had happened.

So we're all out the front of this house on the street, I'm sitting on a fence trying to regain some soberness or something talking to Justin and Michael when my girlfriend and her ex walk out onto the street. They're yelling etc. I yell something at her ex and things get a little fiesty. Me being in the state I am, barely being able to stay upright yet thinking I was a fighting god could have presented some problems. Luckily Justin was pretty sober and stood between any possible fight.

In any event, my girlfriend apologised and so did I and the four of us went back to my house to get some sleep.

There's more to the story but I only tell that to people that know me a little better.. =P

cokeplantking · Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 9:54 pm Post subject:

I need more drinking stories. I think I may just get drunk this weekend!

Oh yeah, it's not drinking but related. I smoked pot for the very last time last week! I didn't smoke it often to begin with, maybe once a month, but I'm done...done damnit! Everything was is slow motion and kind of pulsating. I was paranoid as hell and seriously just wanted to die. On top of all that, I had follow my girl to her house then drive the two of us over to my place. After telling her what was going on with my head, she told me to lie down...didn't work. I decided a shower was probably the best thing...didn't work either. After my failed attempts to bring myself into reality I went downstairs to grab something to eat. I looked through the refrigerator and locked my eyes on some beer. I thought to myself, "Beer has never let me down when I wanted to mellow out. I'll give it a shot." So after a double of vodka...bad idea...and some beer I was on my back porch with the dry heaves.

I took my girl home and snuck into her room and stayed the night with her, which was actually really awesome. Fooling around while you're high, even if it's a bad high, is the SHIT!! Either way, I finally went to sleep and woke up the next morning feeling just ok. A couple hours go by and I hit a relapse of my bad high. So I'm at work, freaking out over God knows what, calling my girl up and asking if the pot had been laced with something. It wasn't, or so she says. Finally, around noon the next day...about 14 hours after I had smoked, the high was over and I felt fine.

I learned my lesson well. Drugs suck...except for alcohol!
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AlchoholicButterfly · Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2004 8:55 am Post subject:

I have a fair few friends that are potheads/pissheads/drugys or all three
I really dont like that shit, i mean its totally fucked up i think
sorry about the swearing, i reall hate it
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Lady_Jez · Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2004 3:02 am Post subject:

Well, I finally got drunk enough to have one of my own.

Me and 3 of my friends were all drinking over at this guy's house. First when we got there I went outside and smoked a bowl, then came back in and my friend pierced my eyebrow, which was painful and bloody. After that I was allowed to drink, so we played Kings, which is a drinking game for those who don't know. Keegan was drinking Malibu rum and Mountain Dew, Amandah, the chick who pierced me, was drinking the same, but hers had peppermind schnapps in it too. Her boyfriend John, the guy whose house we were at, was having Mike's hard cranberry and Southern Comfort (Ew.) and I was drinking Mike's and peppermint scnapps. After we're all pretty hammered me and Keegan decide to walk to Denny's, to give them time to do their thing. We come back, they aren't done. So me and her are standing across the street, I smoke another bowl. I start feeling sick, so I go stand by the bushes. Keegan is telling me to make myself puke, and the next thing I know I'm laying on the ground. Yay, my first ever blackout. Skinned my elbow too, but that was all. Then I sat up, puked, and was fine. That's only the second time I've puked from alcohol, the first was when I was like 9, me and a friend were camping with our parents, and we stole a bottle of Jose Cuervo from the cooler when they weren't looking. We each had about half the bottle, and I'm thinking that's a little too much tequilla for a 9 year old, cuz I puked up everything I had eaten so far in my life. Not fun. Also one time last year I got drunk and did something I wish I hadn't but that's not anything you would need to hear, nor would you understand why it was so bad unless you knew who I was talking about. So yay for me, first blackout, second vomit, third piercing (also have my ears pierced) so far.
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Lady_Stardust · Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 12:21 am Post subject:

Humm... I like to drink, but I hardly ever get drunk. For me it's enough just to get a buzz, and keep it. I usually stop drinking when I can feel the buzz, and just drink beer after that. One time, though, I wasn't that drunk but I was in a crazy mood so everyone thought I was piss drunk, my brothers bisexual girlfriend made a pass at me. Well, I'm not into that, so I tried to wake up my brother who had passed out on the sofa. Well, she apparently thought this was a grand idea! Let's make it a threesome!! I quietly excused myself, locked the door to my bedroom and tried to sleep. Hard thing to do when a horny bisexual is knocking on your door trying to get in...

Oh, and just so you know, I didn't let her in.
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