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loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool!
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Its yet to happen 
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I've posted this before, so I'll cut 'n paste AND YOU'LL LIKE IT.
The most horrible thing was in Venice where a few of us had our first taste of vodka. We each downed 6 doubles in total, impressed by how easily it went down. Of course, spirits hit you in waves, and so six waves later I was found face down, vomitting onto the pavement on Lido Beach, a friend was staggering around, throwing up in a churchyard and another couldn't be moved from the middle of the road. Great days.
When we were brought back to the campsite I was thrown into a cold shower and left for ten minutes. When they came to get me I asked to stay, so they left. :/ That night I apparently kept vomitting in my sleep and people would drag me in my sleeping bag a little further down so as not to roll into my own puke. By the morning I was twenty feet away with a trail of dried gut juice showing my path.
The next day my friends seemed to have recovered reasonably well, but I couldn't bare standing and would chuck up after a few sips of water. In the evening I struggled to drink a glass of some kind of rehydration stuff, then threw it back up.
The most horrible thing was in Venice where a few of us had our first taste of vodka. We each downed 6 doubles in total, impressed by how easily it went down. Of course, spirits hit you in waves, and so six waves later I was found face down, vomitting onto the pavement on Lido Beach, a friend was staggering around, throwing up in a churchyard and another couldn't be moved from the middle of the road. Great days.
When we were brought back to the campsite I was thrown into a cold shower and left for ten minutes. When they came to get me I asked to stay, so they left. :/ That night I apparently kept vomitting in my sleep and people would drag me in my sleeping bag a little further down so as not to roll into my own puke. By the morning I was twenty feet away with a trail of dried gut juice showing my path.
The next day my friends seemed to have recovered reasonably well, but I couldn't bare standing and would chuck up after a few sips of water. In the evening I struggled to drink a glass of some kind of rehydration stuff, then threw it back up.
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I cant remember, ive had a few since then
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blimey..
I was a late starter (16) so... my mate was 'after' a bird who was baby-sitting about 15 mins down the road. So he conviced me to tag along while he tried to get into said girls pants. On the way, since we had both been paid for our paper-rounds, we decided to get a bottle of cider each (2 litres of White thunder) since I wasn't too into drinking (alcohol) I swigged it like a soft-drink (yum :/) which he mistook for a competion so he drank faster. By the time we got to the house we were in fine spirits. After a while quietly drinking (and nowt else to my mates chagrin) I decided to get the cat pissed. Off I went into the kitchen to get a bowl and spent the next ten minutes with the cat looking disinterested at the bowl. In the meantime my mate, not to be out-done, donned the object of his affection's fashionable shiny bubble jacket, found a flash-light and went to 'say hello' to the kids. After 5 mins in each of the two rooms staggering about talking crap (to me who had given up on the cat) and more importantly scaring the kids the girl decided it might be better if we left. I was all for leaving (it was getting boring anyway..fucking cat ) but my mate wasn't sold on the idea. The next hour consisted of me(5'6) attempting to drag my mate (6'2) down the stairs and out of the house. I managed it in the end due to some 'drunken heroics' (which I seem to be expert at). On a trip downstairs to give the girls (not helping btw) a 'sit-rep' I slipped and went down the stair in a splits postition. Since this was 'great' my mate followed with obvious "thats going to hurt in the morning" consequences.
In the end I managed to grab his (not empty) bottle of cider and tempt him outside.
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The worst so far is from a holiday in magaluf. My holidays are always with same group of friends. Its a good mix of male and female(50:50) but now most of the bloke are boyfriends and so most of the time we go where the girls want. One night the blokes staged a revolt and we decided to go out on our own for a lads night. Since we had a fair sized group (and a few loud-mouths) we got free drinks in every bar. In two bars we even managed to get a bottle of champagne, in the last bar, after getting the bottle of champagne(which I had to finish
) four of us decided to have a drinking competition with absithe. Four of us had the first round, two of us had the second, third and finally after getting fourth free we were told that he wasn't allowed to give us any more absinthe(we could have some lager tho' :s ). Finishing in there we go next door to bananas(nightclub) after two bottles of smirnof ice(after which I went to the toilet and never left, according to my mates) my memory fails. The next I can remember is walking by the beach saying 'hola' to all and sundry. I noticed that they were looking at my kinda wierd, looking down my three-quarter lenth trousers were ripped down one side and I was covered in fish-guts. weaving back to the appartments I decide to put the shirt in the sink(full of washing from the previous meal) and goto sleep. I wake with the appartment asking 'where the fuck is that smell of fish coming from?' The pants were thrown but I kept the shirt(in two plastic bags) and even wore it the next weekend back in manchester. Washed of course.
Sorry for the length.
I was a late starter (16) so... my mate was 'after' a bird who was baby-sitting about 15 mins down the road. So he conviced me to tag along while he tried to get into said girls pants. On the way, since we had both been paid for our paper-rounds, we decided to get a bottle of cider each (2 litres of White thunder) since I wasn't too into drinking (alcohol) I swigged it like a soft-drink (yum :/) which he mistook for a competion so he drank faster. By the time we got to the house we were in fine spirits. After a while quietly drinking (and nowt else to my mates chagrin) I decided to get the cat pissed. Off I went into the kitchen to get a bowl and spent the next ten minutes with the cat looking disinterested at the bowl. In the meantime my mate, not to be out-done, donned the object of his affection's fashionable shiny bubble jacket, found a flash-light and went to 'say hello' to the kids. After 5 mins in each of the two rooms staggering about talking crap (to me who had given up on the cat) and more importantly scaring the kids the girl decided it might be better if we left. I was all for leaving (it was getting boring anyway..fucking cat
) but my mate wasn't sold on the idea. The next hour consisted of me(5'6) attempting to drag my mate (6'2) down the stairs and out of the house. I managed it in the end due to some 'drunken heroics' (which I seem to be expert at). On a trip downstairs to give the girls (not helping btw) a 'sit-rep' I slipped and went down the stair in a splits postition. Since this was 'great' my mate followed with obvious "thats going to hurt in the morning" consequences.In the end I managed to grab his (not empty) bottle of cider and tempt him outside.
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The worst so far is from a holiday in magaluf. My holidays are always with same group of friends. Its a good mix of male and female(50:50) but now most of the bloke are boyfriends and so most of the time we go where the girls want. One night the blokes staged a revolt and we decided to go out on our own for a lads night. Since we had a fair sized group (and a few loud-mouths) we got free drinks in every bar. In two bars we even managed to get a bottle of champagne, in the last bar, after getting the bottle of champagne(which I had to finish
) four of us decided to have a drinking competition with absithe. Four of us had the first round, two of us had the second, third and finally after getting fourth free we were told that he wasn't allowed to give us any more absinthe(we could have some lager tho' :s ). Finishing in there we go next door to bananas(nightclub) after two bottles of smirnof ice(after which I went to the toilet and never left, according to my mates) my memory fails. The next I can remember is walking by the beach saying 'hola' to all and sundry. I noticed that they were looking at my kinda wierd, looking down my three-quarter lenth trousers were ripped down one side and I was covered in fish-guts. weaving back to the appartments I decide to put the shirt in the sink(full of washing from the previous meal) and goto sleep. I wake with the appartment asking 'where the fuck is that smell of fish coming from?' The pants were thrown but I kept the shirt(in two plastic bags) and even wore it the next weekend back in manchester. Washed of course.Sorry for the length.
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The first time I got *properly* shitfaced was at 15, went to a barbeque at a friend's house. Drank 5 cans of Grolsch, then a bottle of red wine, then half a bottle of Jack Daniels. Got home, got into bed, and threw up. Onto my own face (lying on my back). I wasn't actually sure that I'd been sick for a good minute or two... when I finally worked it out I stumbled downstairs to the bathroom, fell over, and threw up a couple more times. My dad's still got the photo of me sprawled out on the bathroom floor, naked (face down), with a big mound of vomit next to my head and chunks of the previous one in my hair. Got up after about 5 minutes, fell into the shower, threw up twice again, and rinsed off. Into the spare room, and spent the rest of the night retching into a bucket. Had to take 2 days of school because of the hangover. Cleaning it up wasn't pleasant though :/
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I went to a mates party at school when I was 16, took a bottle of vodka (to make up for the fact I wasn't particularly extroverted at school) and drank the lot within about 45 minutes. Shortly afterwards I threw up in the sink, had to be collected by my Dad and carried (pretty much dragged) all the way home, and into the house.
Don't remember much of what happened, or even where it was.
Don't remember much of what happened, or even where it was.
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I've always been Mr Sensible with the drink to be honest. Obviously got absolutely mashed at the millennium do thing (20 years old, later starter non?)
Anyway, when did England beat Germany 1-0? That was the first time i got so utterly mashed : I'm a big bloke, 6'3/6'4, 18 stone : and thats ditto almost for my mate, who's a couple of stone heavier (big bellied bugger).
We had a drinking competition.
I'm told, i can't say this is true, as I simply don't know, that we got to about 15 pints each. (fuck knows what of, just "pints"). I was apparently singing some uncomprehensable song, however my mate was completely stone sober (in comparison.)
That's as far as I remember.
The aftermath is a lesson I will teach you all.
Woke up in bed, fuck knows how I got home. I do remember vaguely waking up once or twice to eject each pint by turn including whatever was eaten inbetween.
Waking up, with one bugger of a hangover, swimming in my own pool of stuff that smelled like REALLY strong cheese, I could only think of one quick solution.
Bring out the dyson.
BAD MOVE.
The hoover, despite several bleachings, the hose being left to soak, a complete filter change, stank of this puke for the best part of 6 months.
From what I remember, even in my hungover state, the spectacle of watching your puke spin round in a state of the art bagless hoover kept me entertained for an hour or so before realising the mistake.
I've never really drunken since either
Anyway, when did England beat Germany 1-0? That was the first time i got so utterly mashed : I'm a big bloke, 6'3/6'4, 18 stone : and thats ditto almost for my mate, who's a couple of stone heavier (big bellied bugger).
We had a drinking competition.
I'm told, i can't say this is true, as I simply don't know, that we got to about 15 pints each. (fuck knows what of, just "pints"). I was apparently singing some uncomprehensable song, however my mate was completely stone sober (in comparison.)
That's as far as I remember.
The aftermath is a lesson I will teach you all.
Woke up in bed, fuck knows how I got home. I do remember vaguely waking up once or twice to eject each pint by turn including whatever was eaten inbetween.
Waking up, with one bugger of a hangover, swimming in my own pool of stuff that smelled like REALLY strong cheese, I could only think of one quick solution.
Bring out the dyson.
BAD MOVE.
The hoover, despite several bleachings, the hose being left to soak, a complete filter change, stank of this puke for the best part of 6 months.
From what I remember, even in my hungover state, the spectacle of watching your puke spin round in a state of the art bagless hoover kept me entertained for an hour or so before realising the mistake.
I've never really drunken since either
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im 19 and i aint started!
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mank!
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New sig!
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Clowneh!
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ur sig didnt work
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PR.
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I got ya beat! 21 and still not started...
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MYstIC G
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Ah, thx Wij, that really just cheered me up
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mank!
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Originally posted by Clowneh!
ur sig didnt work
Should now!
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Wow glad im not alone on not drinking Alcohol... not something ive always been interested in myself
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hmm, tipsy quite a few times... slaughtered... I was 17, my cousins 21st birthday....
Flew to Ireland thursday night (lives in Dublin), down the pub after about an hour... started of easy, 5 or 6 pints.
Go to bed. Get up the following day... the day of the big party.
Start drinking at about 7ish, stop at about 3AM.
Ok, prolonged drinking is bad, mkay.... could still stand, wasn't utterly pissed yet.
Next day, go for a game of Pool, oh, its "happy hour".... start drinking at about 5.... at about midnight, we head into Dublin town center. My memory sorta went.... can't remember much, except sitting at Burger King at 5 in the morning, my head ringing.
And I think there was singing, dancing, and lewd comments. Not sure if I did any though.
Flew home at 8AM that day
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I drank too much alcohol.
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if my mates decided to go out on the piss, i would be there. catch jokes etc, i just wouldnt drink. not cuz it dont interest me, but cuz fanta twist tastes better and is cheaper.
ye all alcohol tastes poo to me, and i have no patience to aquire this taste.
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My brother took me out to celebrate my 16th birthday. Took me to some club in Manchester where under his wise guidance I made a fool of myself trying to chat up girls. Got very drunk cos I wasnt used to it. I do remember hanging on to a lamp post and kinda spiralling down to the ground. Ended up drinking ouso(?) at his mates house and passed out.
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Sort of off topic this but I finally decided I really didn't like Tony Blair when his son got completely pished and he didn't defend him. He acted like it was a moral breakdown and a disgrace for his family blah blah, because that's either what he felt or that's what he felt the public wanted to hear, when if he'd said "well we've all done it at one time or another, he's 18 fs etc" it would all been forgotten about. Know what I mean?
Sorry, you can carry on now.
Sorry, you can carry on now.
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I can't remember, as I was pissed and it was a long time ago. I was with a guy called Noah, on a boat I think.
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Originally posted by Clowneh!
if my mates decided to go out on the piss, i would be there. catch jokes etc, i just wouldnt drink. not cuz it dont interest me, but cuz fanta twist tastes better and is cheaper.
ye all alcohol tastes poo to me, and i have no patience to aquire this taste.
It depends what you drink, lager to be fair does taste like shite most of the time, but htere's plenty of stuff out there that does taste good.
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For me, it was when I was 15 (sometime last year)
Me and mates play in a band and we were having a praccy at the drummers dad's empty house. OF course, night time came upon us and we had to turn off. In the fridge was some london dry gin and some beers.
We had some shot comps, and generally got pissed. We were all sick all over the house, furniture and all over my clothes.
For some reason we all went outside onto the field in the middle of the night and rolled around on some bails and fell in mud.
But funniest of all, the drummer ran down the road to the garage on his own and demanded chewing gum otherwise he was gonna start breaking stuff...... He got his chewing gum (but had to go back to apologize the next day)
The Next morning OMG !!!!! ! !11 !!! 2 hours till his dad comes home, place covered in sick big cleanup operation - sick under the chairs and tucked away in the covers. Air freshner sprayed everywhere.
I foned my mum to pick me up and told her to bring a change of clothes.. why she asked? ... well dodgy pizza of course
His Dad found out though
Me and mates play in a band and we were having a praccy at the drummers dad's empty house. OF course, night time came upon us and we had to turn off. In the fridge was some london dry gin and some beers.
We had some shot comps, and generally got pissed. We were all sick all over the house, furniture and all over my clothes.
For some reason we all went outside onto the field in the middle of the night and rolled around on some bails and fell in mud.
But funniest of all, the drummer ran down the road to the garage on his own and demanded chewing gum otherwise he was gonna start breaking stuff...... He got his chewing gum
(but had to go back to apologize the next day)The Next morning OMG !!!!! ! !11 !!! 2 hours till his dad comes home, place covered in sick big cleanup operation - sick under the chairs and tucked away in the covers. Air freshner sprayed everywhere.
I foned my mum to pick me up and told her to bring a change of clothes.. why she asked? ... well dodgy pizza of course
His Dad found out though
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Nibblers 15!!!!
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Nibbler's 15?!?!!
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MYstIC G
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FIX THAT L MISTER!
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1st time i got pissed one of me mates tried to kill himself....
Oh the memories....
Oh the memories....