Drunk Stories

[Salty P]

After a nominal amount of drinks I usually think I'm hot shit and spend the rest of the night either cock blocking or trying to make myself the focus of attention.

This just makes me think you're a cunt

[beats me]

After a nominal amount of drinks I usually think I'm hot shit and spend the rest of the night either cock blocking or trying to make myself the focus of attention.

This just makes me think you're a cunt

At least I'm aware of my behavior and nobody can pick and choose what their personality is going to be like while drunk or high. It also depends on who I'm hanging out with. There's probably several members of this forum and people I already hang out with that make me look like a wallflower by comparison. I have friends in relationships that cock block me when I'm single because their drunken need for affirmation is more important than any future my night might lead to. This is just the dynamics pattern we have and not worth getting pissed about.

[savyurrecords]

It was 2 days since I had left home to go to college(uni). I met a girl and we began swapping stories about being intoxicated on various substances. I told her about how I had heard you can trip on Dramamine (motion sickness medicine). We went to a pharmacy and each picked up a box. We proceeded to take the contents of the box and went on top of a hill to hang out. Some time later she began having a conversation with some of her friends. The problem was there was no one around except for me. She even started to introduce me to them at some point. I thought to myself, "I'm not that messed up, I should get some more!" Not a good idea...
Anyway the last I remember of that night was buying that second box and consuming it.
The next day I am walking around it is not too bright out but definitely daytime. I have no shirt on and my shorts are covered in mud. I see a police officer driving slowly next to me. He stops and starts to ask me questions. "What time is it?" he asks. "Uhh, like 2 in the afternoon.", I say. Wrong it is is 5 in the morning he tells me. He asks for my ID. I don't seem to have my wallet so I look on the ground. I see what looks like my wallet and I hand it to him. Wrong again! It is a piece of tree bark. Needless to say I get arrested and put in the back of his car. As we are driving to the police station he proceeds to tell me that there were reports of a kid with purple hair (i had just dyed it) walking around eating dirt and telling people he was god...
Fortunately he couldn't hold me in lockup and took me to a hospital where I had some of the best breakfast I had ever had.
The hardest part of the story is not knowing what I was doing the 6 hours or so that I was wandering around.
PS. Don't do Dramamine for fun. It is not.

[malutki]

After a nominal amount of drinks I usually think I'm hot shit and spend the rest of the night either cock blocking or trying to make myself the focus of attention.

This makes me think you're drunk

fixer upper

[Salty P]

Not getting pissed, I would have just rather heard one of your 'fat chick' or 'passing out in own vomit' stories, instead of the one where you got to nail some bird your mate was with

[Cryptic UK]

Blocked by the cock!

[beats me]

Not getting pissed, I would have just rather heard one of your 'fat chick' or 'passing out in own vomit' stories, instead of the one where you got to nail some bird your mate was with

I don't really have any of those stories. I just threw those examples out there because that's what seems to be expected in an enjoyable drunk story. I'd go as far as saying human nature dictates an enjoyable story, drunk or sober, has to involve some kind of epic failure.

I do have a story of ending the night in handcuffs but since it didn't involve hallucinations or running around naked I don't know if I should bother sharing.

[smartass303]

i worked for a month in berlin last summer with a buddy. on the last weekend we decided to make a last stop at the watergate in kreuzberg. so my buddy was in a rather horny state of mind and flirted with a (ugly) aussie chick. her friends were some nasty fuckers. so my buddy wanted to show some alpha wolf behaviour to impress the ugly aussie chick to get laid and asked her friends for drugs. they gave him some white powder. i thought it was speed or coke so we took a big nose. bad idea. it was ketamine.
i tried to sneeze the stuff out but it was too late. i had the weirdest trip ever. the spree froze but the sun was moving fucking fast. after several hours i thought im going to die. but i didnt. so i tried to escape from that fucking nightclub to call someone to pick me up and care for me. i hardly got out of the club. the sun was so bright i could see like nothing outside. so i stumpled through kreuzberg and a punk girl asked me if i was high on ghb, i told her im not but she brought me home safely.
i phoned my buddy the next day. he said that he kind of mutated into an transformer and hung on the guys asses, asking them to not leave him alone. they brought him out of the club laied him down on the lawn right across the street and ran away. after an hour he managed to call his brother, his brother called an ambulance and took him to the hospital.

long story short, dont do drugs with strangers in a berlin night club,

303

[Cryptic UK]

I do have a story of ending the night in handcuffs but since it didn't involve hallucinations or running around naked I don't know if I should bother sharing.

If it's anything like pirategate, then i can't wait to hear more.

[dum]

[derzai]

The best drunk story I've ever read is "Moscow-Petushki" by Venedikt Erofeev.

Its russian underground literature.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moscow-Petushki

[beats me]

I do have a story of ending the night in handcuffs but since it didn't involve hallucinations or running around naked I don't know if I should bother sharing.

If it's anything like pirategate, then i can't wait to hear more.

You did get dum to hump your leg twice on the same premise so I won't attempt to ruin your perfect score.

[ikeaboy]

Well there was the time a friend and I showed up to a pirate themed costume house party that wasn't anywhere near Halloween. Everybody there was in the dining room when we went to put our bottles of alcohol in the kitchen. Nobody really said anything at first when we walked in the door but we soon realized we were at the wrong house that was just a regular dinner party. We lost the street address but saw there was a lot of cars parked in front of the house and the front door was open so we assumed that was it. Much laughter was had by all.

lol'd

back in august, it was results night for my year.. results you get before you hit Uni and watever. we are all headin to this nightclub, commercial music.. the type of one were people like us just get madly pissed and feel woman with the hope of getting off with a semi attractive drunken regret the balls.. anyway.. im on a bottle of morgan before we go in, so you could probably picture what i was like before entry. so we get in, and it was what i expected, complete titty fest with lady gaga & black eyed pee's blasting in the background. ive seen some pictures of myself and they are not pretty.

anyway next thing i know im in my bed the next morning, not feeling the best, knowing something verrrry bad happened.
apparently i was going mad on the dancefloor.. loving the lady gaga etc, wen i got really tired from all the boogy-ing.. sat down on the dancefloor, bouncer came over and told me to get up.. i refused.. got kicked out.. in the process got drink all over myself.. stood outside arguing with the bouncers for ages.. there was no chance i was getting back in so i take off my clothes and have a naked protest (okay i was in my boxers but thats it).. so i decide to walk home.. (my house was ages awayyyy) so im walking home just about naked on one of/if not the busiest road in my city, when the cops stop and take me home.. i come into the house thinking everybody will be in bed but no. my mother and my visiting relatives from texas are still up in the living room.

respect!

[dum]

I do have a story of ending the night in handcuffs but since it didn't involve hallucinations or running around naked I don't know if I should bother sharing.

If it's anything like pirategate, then i can't wait to hear more.

You did get dum to hump your leg twice on the same premise so I won't attempt to ruin your perfect score.

you're just jealous.

[Machinesworking]

Wrong it is is 5 in the morning he tells me. He asks for my ID. I don't seem to have my wallet so I look on the ground. I see what looks like my wallet and I hand it to him. Wrong again! It is a piece of tree bark. Needless to say I get arrested and put in the back of his car. As we are driving to the police station he proceeds to tell me that there were reports of a kid with purple hair (i had just dyed it) walking around eating dirt and telling people he was god...