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Post Reply Drunkest you've ever been or experienced someone being?
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Two stories.

I was told we left the party. They took me home and went to another party. I fell out of the truck. They walked me to the house. I went in and fell asleep on top of someone that was in the bed.

I woke up around 9 a.m. locked in my car (backseat) wearing just my underwear. My glasses, wallet, keys, and clothes were all gone. Went to go inside my friends house. They locked me out. So I found a nice shady spot in the front yard and went back to sleep.
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Only had one time where i literally lost memory of what happened. luckily I had friends with me who were less drunk than I was and did remember what happened.

bar hopped to 5 bars on the strip, only remember going to 2, don't remember the other 3, or eating at the Pita Pit after that, or running home 5 miles during a thunderstorm, or losing 1 shoe in the mud because of said thunderstorm, or getting stopped by a police officer to ask if my friends and I were alright (because we were running in the middle of a thunderstorm and supposedly yelling something about zombies), or making it home to my apartment where I proceeded to turn my bath water on, not use the bath, and then passing out in my bed with soaking wet clothes still on.

when I woke up, the water from the faucet was about a half an inch from overflowing the tub, thank God i didn't turn it on all the way.
but hey, at least we had the wherewithal to not drive home.
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Man these are some tame stories. I thought this thread would be awesome considering anime fans tend to be more eccentric. I'm not saying I'm proud of any of my tales, but they happened.


Hm I kind of feel obligated to work back in time through my drunken binges to make up for all the mild stories.

One time in Mexico on New Year's Eve that I accidentally wandered into a whorehouse with my parents. It took us a while to figure out we were in the wrong bar (what with the tequila and all), and then my father didn't want to leave because he was enjoying the live band. We dragged him out anyway. Some time that day I got frustrated and cut off all my hair (from waist length to skull cap). My father set off a block's worth of car alarms with an M-80, and during the countdown to midnight I was lost in the bathroom.

Another time I closed a bar with a friend of mine, and we were walked to our ride. We were drunk and lazy, so we decided to cut across an empty lot, but didn't realize that there was a shallow (like maybe a foot deep), swampy ditch running through it. She fell in and couldn't get out, and was flailing around crying for help. When I tried to give her a hand up, I was weak from laughing and she pulled me into the ditch on top of her. We finally made it out of the ditch and back to our feet, somehow got our muddy selves home and cleaned up, but it was all we could do to crawl up the stairs to get to bed.

Then one of the times that I got trashed and decided it was time to box, I also tackled a friend and threw her into a bush. Since I was drunk, I fell in after her. The next morning I had one black eye and a long scratch on the other eye. I still have a scar, although I have no memory of it and I couldn't feel my face anyway.
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This one will make me sound like a drunkard.

After about 3 40's of Olde English, I was feeling grand. My way-more-sober-than-I-was brother and I decided to play some Black Ops 2. I remember proceeding to say wtf quietly over the microphone then gradually increasing the volume and level of confusion, "Wtf...? WTF..?? WTF?! WTF!!!" I wasn't really confused, just drunk and wanted to do that. I remember my teammates laughing.

What I don't remember is what happened shortly after. My brother insisted that, after a few rounds of gaming, I dramatically threw up all over the controller and floor. Poor guy had to clean it up, I told him I should have helped. Then after leaving that area, I apparently told my brother, "I'm just going to go outside and never turn back!" from which I walked outside of the door then up to the far-side of our backyard's fence before turning around.

After returning inside, he told me I was yelling about something and threw my tablet at the wall. Poor thing cracked of course, but it still works.

Ally has my mind soul and my body sometimes~
Posted 2/8/13
My mom's boyfriend let people put makeup on him.
Then when people wouldn't take him to the store.
He went himself.
Came back pissed because he realized he had makeup on.
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I really don't have any interesting stories, since I hardly ever drink. Even when I do, I tend to mostly lay off the booze after a while, since I hate losing motor control.

Oddly enough, though, apparently my speech is if anything clearer, and my sentences delivered much more sensibly, when I'm drunk than when I'm sober (according to basically everyone who's witnessed me drunk). I suspect it's because the sober me is constantly second-guessing himself when he speaks, whereas my drunk self just lets his thoughts flow freely and doesn't hesitate to speak up.
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Posted 2/8/13

mhibicke wrote:


moneygrip3030 wrote:

Man these are some tame stories. I thought this thread would be awesome considering anime fans tend to be more eccentric. I'm not saying I'm proud of any of my tales, but they happened.


Hm I kind of feel obligated to work back in time through my drunken binges to make up for all the mild stories.

One time in Mexico on New Year's Eve that I accidentally wandered into a whorehouse with my parents. It took us a while to figure out we were in the wrong bar (what with the tequila and all), and then my father didn't want to leave because he was enjoying the live band. We dragged him out anyway. Some time that day I got frustrated and cut off all my hair (from waist length to skull cap). My father set off a block's worth of car alarms with an M-80, and during the countdown to midnight I was lost in the bathroom.

Another time I closed a bar with a friend of mine, and we were walked to our ride. We were drunk and lazy, so we decided to cut across an empty lot, but didn't realize that there was a shallow (like maybe a foot deep), swampy ditch running through it. She fell in and couldn't get out, and was flailing around crying for help. When I tried to give her a hand up, I was weak from laughing and she pulled me into the ditch on top of her. We finally made it out of the ditch and back to our feet, somehow got our muddy selves home and cleaned up, but it was all we could do to crawl up the stairs to get to bed.

Then one of the times that I got trashed and decided it was time to box, I also tackled a friend and threw her into a bush. Since I was drunk, I fell in after her. The next morning I had one black eye and a long scratch on the other eye. I still have a scar, although I have no memory of it and I couldn't feel my face anyway.


Ok, I’ve got a couple good Mexico stories, so here’s one of the better ones. It’s long but bear with me… My friends and I are in Cancun for the first time and we’re getting ill. It’s like 7am and we’re not ready to stop. So my buddy makes a “purchase” from a cabby. At this point we’re down to get down so we ask the cabby what’s still open. He replies “well there’s one place open, but you don’t want to go there it’s for locals only”. I’m like hell yeah we do take us there now. So he hesitantly takes us to a tiny little place called Risky Times. This place looks like a little restaurant or something, so we walk in and there are 4 tables and 4 Mexicans and its dead silent. Like in the movies when the Gringo’s walk into the wrong place. I say something along the lines of our cabby said there’s a club here? Without uttering a word they point to a tiny metal spiral staircase in the far corner of the place. So me and my buddy Brian just start going up, my friend Kurt and his very white girlfriend are having none of this and want to leave. Well, they didn’t have much of a choice as me and B are already halfway up the stairs. We get to the top and holy shit! There’s like 60 locals all giving us the evil eye, but they’re playing some sick breaks, so I just start getting down. I’m the only one on the dance floor and I’m going nuts, and I’m also one of the only 4 white people there. From there it’s gets really strange. Two factions formed among the locals the ones that were literally going to stab and rob us, and the ones that were like “these white boys are cool”. They couldn’t remember my name so they just called me Miami which is where I told them I was from. Brian and I are having the times of our lives. My other two friends are begging us to leave, but we weren’t having it. A lot more went down in Risky Times that night including a straight up brawl between those that wanted to rob us and those that had our back. I’ll leave out the rest as it is most certainly not appropriate for a CR forum. Side note: Brian went back by himself the next night and we almost missed our flight because he showed up at like 10am. The entire plane had already boarded and finally Brian stumbles on. He passes out on the flight and the attendants can’t wake him up when we land, so they’re about to call the medics and I just push them all aside and slap Brian as hard I possibly can while screaming in his ear. The attendants are freaking out now and telling me to stop, but I assure them I can handle this. So, I got his ass up and off the plane. They almost didn’t let us back in the U.S. but that’s another story.
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16 at the time, spent Halloween night alone, decided to make things interesting, went to the liquor cabinet. First glass, nothing. Second glass, feeling lightheaded, heartbeat is accelerated. Third, labored breathing or shallow breaths Idunno. Decide to text my friends, I guess that registers as "drunk" texting characterized by grammatical errors, incomplete, incoherent sentences. Fourth, I think my skin was changing to a purplish hue, and the scar tissue on parts of my body were also a different color; "My skin is changing colors". Spent the night trying to fall asleep but my head throbbed. I'm a light weight.
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16 at the time, spent Halloween night alone, decided to make things interesting, went to the liquor cabinet. First glass, nothing. Second glass, feeling lightheaded, heartbeat is accelerated. Third, labored breathing or shallow breaths Idunno. Decide to text my friends, I guess that registers as "drunk" texting characterized by grammatical errors, incomplete, incoherent sentences. Fourth, I think my skin was changing to a purplish hue, and the scar tissue on parts of my body were also a different color; "My skin is changing colors". Spent the night trying to fall asleep but my head throbbed. I'm a light weight.


You're young give it time. Shit, you're not even legal in the U.S.
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