EPTOn Why Not to Get Too Drunk - Page 3
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QuanticHawk
United States32021 Posts
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relaxxl
Japan78 Posts
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BrutalMenace
United States1237 Posts
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ToT)MidiaN(
England2183 Posts
On October 11 2007 04:25 {88}iNcontroL wrote: nothing bad can ever happen when you drink too much. Trust me. <3 | ||
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Deleted User 3420
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On October 11 2007 04:02 Rekrul wrote: How about you don't get wasted yourself but utilize alcohol as a tool. oh i get what ur saying lolz | ||
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skindzer
Chile5114 Posts
On October 11 2007 05:58 Rayzorblade wrote: Yeah, ordering by name because I don't ever drink cheap liquor. I think if a man is ever going to put anything down his throat - that will get him blitzed - it should be of only the highest quality. whats "ordering by name"? | ||
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uiCk
Canada1925 Posts
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uiCk
Canada1925 Posts
On October 11 2007 07:38 BrutalMenace wrote: \i think you need rehab, i cant even begin where to say what a fucking moron you guys are lol | ||
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Schnake
Germany2819 Posts
On October 11 2007 05:49 BlaCha wrote: Drinking is bad... -I had my pulse checked by some random people while sleeping on the sidewalk. -I've walked through the glass door (two times)... waking up all covered in blood and having no clue what had happened beside the fact that there is a broken glass door in the room is pretty disturbing. -Fell asleep in the bathtub and flooded the apartment. -Slept on the beach(10+ times) -hijacked a rickshaw and crushed it into some building. I blackout almost every time lately and have to hear the stories from my friends later... Good thing is that I always get home safe. Some times little or more bruised but alive and with everything that I had left with.(excluding money of course, and trousers once  )Hahahahaha, how did you manage to crash a rickshaw in a building? ^^^^^^ | ||
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lvatural
United States347 Posts
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Rev0lution
United States1805 Posts
that's news to me :D | ||
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CharlieMurphy
United States22895 Posts
On October 11 2007 09:02 lvatural wrote: So this is a highschool story. A couple friends and I just finished watching fast and furious. We didn't get shitfaced, but just drank enough to go 115mph on a 35mph road with one of the guy's car. What can you say we were in the mood. We were so proud that he didn't get caught by the police or anything, so we stopped at a 7-11 to reward him with orange juice or something. Then right when we were about to leave, he puts the car into drive instead of reverse then slams on the accel and runs straight through the wall of the gas station. Not as gosu as we thought after all. Man you are exactly what those lamers on the news are always talking about. Jackthompson about video gamers shooting up shit and beavis and butthead causing kids to cuss etc. You guys are sad. Not only for the fact that you did something just because a movie did it but because this movie sucks ass. | ||
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HonestTea
5007 Posts
See, Rekrul drinks the money way in Korea. Me, on the other hand, I'm more familiar with the indie way. (Indie way = less money, less girls, more STREET CRED *sob*) | ||
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spetial
United States688 Posts
Anyway, we've got homeade chili out there on a gas burner, we got chips n dip, we got cookies, and of course an enormous cooler full of cheap beer. So im truckin along drinkin some coors light when a couple of the g/fs chick friends showed up with some shitty malibu. Now at the time, I was feelin a decent buzz and thought it was a great idea to take up on her friends offer to finish off her malibu for her. What's the worst that could happen right? Its nancy booze! So were having some more good times and then the redneck'ish guy who hosted the party had his friends show up. Now, this is where it allllll goes wrong. Everyone starts getting loud and n shit and then the jack gets passed out. And at this point my inhibition is rather dimished and kickin back the jack is just a way for me to prove to the rednecks that i can hang. Well even after that i was just drunk. Then the dreaded moonshine redneck shows up (it always fuckin happened when at these kind of parties) and offers me a swig. This shit was poison....literally. I was instantly way more drunk. Then this fucker comes back and says heres some more! Well I took that swig and was DONE. Blackout IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING THE SWIG. As the story goes (from what i was told later on). I proceded to stand on logs and fall over drunkinly. Argue with one of the other drunken rednecks for flirting with my g/f. Needed help walking down the lit pathway from 3 people to get back to my car (which btw got left there). Pushed my g/f down (not maliciously from what im told. kind of like a drunken wtf? get outa here) cause apparently I took offense to being told I couldnt drive. On the way down the candle path, i fell into the bags that held the candles and my cape lit on fire and had to be stomped out by my g/f her friend and the guy that hosted the party. Once making it out of the woods, I proceded to just drop flat onto my face and began puking everywere in the field. From there I was put into my g/fs car and puked in her car. Which, btw, was payback from when we first started dating and she puked in my brand car as well as puked in several random driveways on the way back to her house. After finally getting back to my house, my roomate helps me up to the bathroom were i puked (or tried to) for another hour or so with my g/f sitting outside of the bathroom in a chair until she put me in bed. Which I was kind of perplexed by when I heard the story. The next morning I woke up feeling rather great for what I had been through until I realized that I didnt remember what the fuck happened after I drank the moonshine. When I looked outside and didnt see my car I knew I had fucked up royally. But it wasnt until the phonecall to my g/f that I realized how much of a fucking douche bag I was that night. It was easily the most embarassing night of my life and im just glad I dont remember it. I havent gotten even CLOSE to the tanked since. | ||
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Nickisonfire
United States440 Posts
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BlaCha
Poland743 Posts
On October 11 2007 08:31 Schnake wrote: Hahahahaha, how did you manage to crash a rickshaw in a building? ^^^^^^ It was the kind with the bicycle attached to it, so it wasn't hard ;] | ||
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QuanticHawk
United States32021 Posts
On October 11 2007 07:38 BrutalMenace wrote: i think you need rehab, i cant even begin where to say what a fucking moron you guys are  | ||
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Krohm
Canada1857 Posts
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InToTheWannaB
United States4770 Posts
On October 11 2007 02:36 Rayzorblade wrote: WTF 180$???????? Don't you pre game at all? You drink THEN go to the club. On a side note at least you did not wake up half naked in the gutter and ask "why my ass hurt?" See could of been worse.So this past Friday a friend and I went out with the intention of getting completely shitfaced. . . By the time we arrived at the club it was 11:30 PM so we were understandably in a rush to go from sober to obliterated. By the time the club closed around 1:45 AM Jonathan and I had inhaled somewhere between twelve and fifteen Grey Gooses & Cranberry each -- or approximately 180$ worth of liquor. It was a real pity then that my last moments of coherency involved chatting up two girls, one of them so big that I was sure she had her own orbit; in my stupidity, I thought it would be funny to ask her if she knew how much she really weighed. Like magic -- or gravitational pull -- two goons appeared at her side to defend her and Jon was ushering me down the street while they threatened to kick my ass. After that, everything goes black in my mind's eye. At some ungodly hour of the night, I remember I thought I was having a dream when I woke up in the rushing rain and wandered around the street. I remember looking curiously at my dress shirt, which was in the gutter, and my tie as it tumbled down the sidewalk, flagging in the wind. The second time I woke up I was propped up against a trashcan with my knees to my chest. I had slept under the awning of some terrible burger joint called Rita's. This was truly the most frightening part of it all. I had no idea why I had no shirt on and my pockets were completely empty -- no wallet, no cell phone, no money. I had blacked out. But how? Was I mugged? And where the fuck was Rita? Why did she, or her employees for that matter, think it was okay to let me sleep out in the fucking rain for God's sake? Where was Jon? Why hadn't anyone thought to help out the poor upright looking guy in the tie? I found my shirt in the gutter and put it on and wandered around the sidewalk, yelling Jon's name and murmuring to myself, "what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck" and really felt on the verge of panic. I tried to hail a cab, but no one would stop (I didn't blame them; I looked like complete shit I guess). Finally a young black kid in McDonald's let me use his phone to call a friend, but when I went out to wait on the sidewalk for him, I heard someone calling my name. I have never been so happy to see another man in my life. Jonathan was already waiting with a cab and when I got in the first thing I asked was, "What the fuck happened?" and if he had my wallet. He had my wallet, but sadly he had no fucking idea what happened either -- in fact, he had slept a block over from the Wachovia and woke up on the sidewalk in a puddle of rainwater and his own puke. I think I tell this story, first to entertain you, and second to infer some moral, whatever it may be. I really can't figure that one out, but I think it may be something like: When you and a friend go out, be sure that one of you is more sober than the other, or at least sober enough to get you two home. I don't know. I ended up being an hour and a half late to work, lost my cell phone, and spent about 100$ all for an uncomfortable -- but memorable, I suppose -- experience of sleeping in the rain on a sidewalk. Bums don't have to pay a single dime for that same luxury. What the fuck? I think I have a drinking problem. | ||
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Flaccid
8826 Posts
People just wanna feel like 'high-rollers' or something by ordering the stuff they see on TV. | ||
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