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Blacking out = bad times

i agree !

yeah blacking out isn't good

blacking out is fine.

the scary part is the pictures people produce to fill in the gaps.

yeah that's what's emmbarassing

Agreed.

One time I blacked out and I woke up in a dumpster

Next time I woke up in a ditch


last time.....I woke up on a toilet

on a toilet isn't so weird

this one time i got plastered early, and i went upstairs to sleep. and all the guys were downstairs waiting for a friend of mine to show up and filling up waterbaloons and chanting smacks, smacks, smacks. and i was drunk off my ass upstairs yelling no....you sons of bitches....don't do it!!!!!

it was funny. then they waterballooned his ass and i was yelling NNNOoooooooooooooo, noooooooo, you sons of bitches.

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Bandalero wrote:this one time i got plastered early, and i went upstairs to sleep. and all the guys were downstairs waiting for a friend of mine to show up and filling up waterbaloons and chanting smacks, smacks, smacks. and i was drunk off my ass upstairs yelling no....you sons of bitches....don't do it!!!!!

it was funny. then they waterballooned his ass and i was yelling NNNOoooooooooooooo, noooooooo, you sons of bitches.

i don't have any funny drunk stories that involve me

except that me and rob spent 10 minutes looking for my keys in his room and his car and they were in my purse the whole time.

Thats a knee slapper!!




I don't have any funny drunk stories either....well none that I can recall

haha, i have lots, mostly because my friends tend to start losing items of clothing while drunk, and i'm usually the one that has to try to dress them again....

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... cool!!!

I have a funny drunken story: This one time, last summer, a group of us all went out to my fiance's lake house for a nite full of alcohol and asshole. Well......out of the 6 of us, one didn't drink.
Later on during the nite, around 11ish, we decided we wanted to go to the truck stop for a bite to eat. So.....we drove.
On the way, we noticed a car pulled over with its hazard lights on. They had car issues. Neil wanted to help. (hehe....so they thought) We pulled over, and I asked if they were having problems.....they told me "no" and that supposedly somebody was on the way to help them out.
I had stumbled my way out of the car (already cocked half circle) and asked if they were SURE they had somebody coming. I think they could tell I was drunk because they kinda got this stupid look on their face.

I was like.......well, just in case you're out of gas, let me help you. I un-screwed the cap to their gas tank, pulled down my shorts 'n boxers, and SHIT THE GROSSEST sounding ANAL FUME I could have let go at the time.

Everybody in the car is dying laughing, I'm laughing......the two in the car are bitching at me, and I was like "sorry, I just wanted to feel like I was able to help somehow before we drove off".

LMAO

thats so wrong
yet so funny

on thursday night my two suite mates decided it would be a great time to box while drunk. My one friend Matt was obviously much more drunk and was outweighed by the other guy by 50 pounds and a good 4 inches. Well after some fighting Matt had a bloody nose and we woke up to find blood all over the walls and our door. I was his coach ...guess I didnt do so well.

Everything seems like such a good idea when drunk, such as flipping all furniture in the living room until the next morning when you realize you snapped the couch in half.

Looks like Rob might be making a trip to the discount furniture store soon.

Salvation Army, here Rob comes!