Whats the most embarassing thing you've done when drunk ?

Bugz

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I got totally drunk at my cousins wedding and had to be picked up off the floor whilst telling everyone that I loved them.

Needless to say we came home early and I suspect my cousins' wife's family hates me ^^
 

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In the words of an immortal comic(very much alive still); "I never f*cked a ten, but i f*cked five two's!"
 

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crispy said:
May i tell what Ardd (huntingtons on fh) did? xDD


hah!

on a festival i got quite drunk and high, and it was all jazz till i started feeling abit ill. Suddenly i puked in the corner of my mates tent, just in the fortent and 2 steps out of the tent. decided it was time to go home to my camp, so i crawled (litterally) back to our camp and hid under our pavillion. after laying on the blankets for 30 mins i could feel it was time for bed so i went into my tent and took all my clothes off. Just as i was done i had to take shat but thought fuck it, ill do it first thing in the morning. after laying, thinking i needa shit, for 30 mins i decided to get dressed and walk there. the closer i came, the more i had to take a dump so i did the only reasonable thing. i started to run. then all hell broke loose. i started shitting my pants and the faster i ran the faster it came out. sat on those bucket toilets for ½ hour cleaning myself and ran back in shit all clothes and my white ass flashing all that walked by.

also.

one time out with some mates i got pissed and starting a fight with 2 bouncers (and if you knew my size you'd laugh. 62 kg, 1.76 tall and skinnier than a motherfucker). bit one of them so they had a flip on me. after a good half hour of beating they called the cops and they drove me home.
 

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pissed outta me face i fell over and split me head open and knocked meself out... crowd gathered and a ambulance came for me ... medics asked me mates who wanted to come with me to hostpital.

me mate thinking i had enough cash on me said he would come... anyways got to hostpital sstill v pissed but in a merry mood taken into casualty for stiches v cute nurse(i think she was cute , may of been beer goggles) was tending to me and i tried chatting her up withrealy corny lines like "what time do you finish & can i buy her a drink etc" then fuck knows why i asked her if she came here oftn! :( and as i saidit i fell of the bed she had me sat on whilst cleaning my cut before stitches.. never the less i didnt get her phone number (she musta been a lesbian).

then i got me stiches and was discharged got out side and mate told me ring a taxi.. and he was very pissed off when i told him i didnt have enough money... so wewould have to walk 15 miles home and it was 1am already (nice warm night tho) anyways after lotsa falling over on way home cos so pissed we was about 5 mile from home when we saw the milkman... so decided to steal a couple of bottles of milk from some blokes doorstep.. we musta made a noise cos they came out as we was walking off so we legged it thinking we got away..

few mins passed and a cop car pulled up n stuck us both in it and arrested us for drunk n disordely and stealing pints of milk lmao. so they took us 5 miles backwards away from home to nearest police station that had cells (i live ina rural area). spent nice in cells released next day without charge (dont think they could be assed with paperworkand felt sorry for us) and then we had towalk all the way home which the 15 thtat turned into 5 now was 10 again :( we looked like a right pairof twats walking through town from cop station grass & mud all over us blood on my shirt and head lol.
 

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this one aint me was my mate .. but well worth a mention IMO.


mate had a nigt out with his GF and they both got tottaly rat assed. mat went back to gf's house.. and in middle of night he needed a piss.. god nows how but somehow on route to toilet he ended up back in the bedroom got his dick out and started having a piss.. and then was taken aback by screams.. dumb fuck had only pissed over his gf's head as she slept :(
 

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Of all the stuff I've done, this is probably the most memorable purely because of the setting and how we were all dressed. It was also my 21st birthday bash and one of the funniest days of my life. The story starts sort of well I think but the ending gets kinda harsh ...

Pub golf rules!:

STANDARD GOLF DRESS CODE APPLYS! ANYONE FOUND WITHOUT A SUITABLE MIX OF BRIGHT GOLFER CLOTHING SHALL BE PROSCECUTED BY THE WAY OF SEVERE MOCKERY!

(For the purpose of this event I was sporting a luminous orange shirt covered with a Ryder cup soft white sportman vest. With white trousers and white training shoes, surely only a £1 grockle street set of plastic luminous multicoloured golf clubs would be the way to go! With 3 golf balls and a lack of pride in order, the rules were ready to be put into place!)

any pint below 5% alc is +1
pint of stella = par
DOWNING a pint gives -3 on whatever you had.

anything between 15-20% required you to have a full glass for par. Downing it gave you nothing extra.

(35-49%)
A single is +2.
A double is par
A triple is -2

(50%+)
A single is +1
A double is -1
Anythingelse is suicide :p

Whitey is +3 per pub. Sick in 2 pubs and it's +6 etc.

The inherrant problem with this night out was that we started at 9pm. With the old crappy pub shutting times, we had 20 minutes to get between each pub, order our drink and drink it! Torquays pubs are annoyingly spread out :p
Eight of us decided to go for a meal beforehand and went to the local curry house. After two pints there, the mood was already rising but alas...those pints didn't count : (

Hole 1:
Six more people started here with no penalty points. A quiet hole with only me downing a pint of stella for -3 straight off. Others went for doubles/triples mostly.

Hole 2:
Two more people started here, being forced to order a drink for the previous hole as well as the bacardi+standard drink for the 'sand bunker' hole. One of them managed to break par on this hole but I don't know how.

Such a busy pub, the 'sand bunker' hole required you to beer bong a bacardi breezer (to stay on par) as well as whatever drink you had. With a 10 minute walk to the pub, people had made the mistake of starting heavy here. I went for a simple breezer + another breezer which gave me +1 on this hole. Others went for a pint +breezer; and after sipping it down a quarter of the way, little time was left to drink the rest. Remember the downing bonus only counts if it's from the top! This was the first casualty of the night. Curry + 2 beers + 1 stella + breezer + almost all downed stella was the first sickness but he didn't give up I'm thankful to say, although he did slow down a little : )

Hole 3:
The local wetherspoons was not a great place for being served fast and this was the 'water hole'. This meant a shot of Tequila with whatever you were drinking. It didn't matter because a single absynth+tequila+sambuca mix on the rocks was enough for me to settle on a -1...and thus I was just three under par. This signalled the end of the harsh holes and standard gaming rules commenced thereforth!

Hole 4:
A pub known well for it's mixture shots; raspberry apple, aniseed, cherry bakewell...you name the fruity flavour and it was probably there :p Two of these was once again, enough to land me on par but I was being overtaken! Although I am quite a tall guy at 6"2, I was at the time just a mere 11stone http://www.planetsmilies.com/smilies/sad/sad0119.gif . The sudden intake of alcohol was unsteadying me at this point but I was not willing to loose out badly on my birthday so determination told me to step up the pace on the next hole.

Hole 5:
A really nice pub with a glass front, glass roof, a balcony, friendly staff and even CLEAN TOILETS! was not completely ready for a brawling bunch of 20-21 year olds on a mission from God! There we had a friendly competition of 'down the pint the fastest!' The rules are simple.....I wont go on. All I knew was that a -3 was putting me back on track for a competeitive evening ahead. -6 total!

With a quiet hole ahead, a little street golf was due and with no-one in visible danger, we started to drive our plastic balls up the street! It was at this point when I noticed somebody had spent a shocking £5 (!!!!) on a set of comedy metal golf clubs and things started to go wrong. Taking a swing back, the second casualty of the night was apparent in the form of a cut cheek. Why anyone would stand behind someone taking a swing at a golf ball I don't know but these were torrid times and questioning was not the way of our path!

Hole 6:

A near silent pub was the first rest stop of the evening. With one companion washing the pain away, the drinking was not allowed to stop. I settled for a calm stella once again, now fearful for the noises my stomach was making. If only I could rid myself of my troubled aches and pai..........no no no, why was I thinking that! stop damnit, stop!

And so I did and I calmly finished my now rotating beer. Still we were not a single man K.I.A for the fallen club abuser rose once again to continue us onto the next pub!

Holes 7+8:

With the unforseen delays, we were forced to take up 2 holes in one pub. Luckily this hole was one where the landlady was generous : ) She liked us. Sadly, I did not like the place. The decor was lovely, the people were lovely; hell even the drinks were lovely but alas my stomach was fearful for its life at this time. The now spinning-top-esq room was alight with what can only be described as a blurry shape of things that should have been. You know how it is when you know something is there but no matter how hard you try and focus, this object will still remain Unidentifiable.

I first ordered myself a double JD+coke which took me a good part of 20 minutes to drink, after which time I knew that disaster was ahead. My second drink would be yet another pint of stella. Knowing I had little choice if I wished to remain in the game, I stood up to another downing challenge and scored a truly magnificent -3 once again, landing me on a comfortable -9!

Laying my glass down on the table, struggling to stand, four of my friends approached and GRABBED ME! I didn't know what was going on, what to do or what to say so as I now lay on my back with hands all around me, all I could do was listen. 1........2.......THREE!!!!!!!! they yelled as they tossed me into the air. The dreaded bumps were the last thing I needed to hear.

After they lay me on the floor gently, my now haggered body took it's gentle time to rise to it's feet. By the time I was standing, I noted the landlady now shouting at my friends for what they just did. Not only had I been given the bumps in a less then fit state, She pointed up to the ceiling metal rotating fan under which I had been thrown. All I could do was stare at it as my ex came over to me and asked me if I was okay. Words were uttered but my memory faded as my stomach then rose.

I hurtled towards the nearby toilets ignoring what anyone was saying, making my way through the first door, through the second door and just as I was opening the (Thankfully vacant) cubicle, I let rip 3 hard earned points and the reminants of a Chicken Tikka Masala. Ooh the humanity!

I shall save the details for those less then willing to read them but lets just say that it truly was a sad (red) day for Armitage Shanks : (

Suprising myself, I was only down for less then 5 minutes before I was bought to my feet and moved towards the exit. It was one of my friends suggesting we should go before the landlady saw what had just happened and so we made our way to the final club! Double JD = par, downed pint - 3, sickness + 3 ... Par on that hole! :D

Hole 9:
This was not pretty. Still 16 drunkard leary bastards was not a pretty sight. Of the 8 sets of golf clubs there, only 2 remained. Caps and important clothing was lost. Dignity was no longer a word in anyones vocabulary and it was time for the final line up. With 2 pints of tiger, a downed stella, a beer bonged bacardi breezer, a standard brezzer, shot of tequila, shot of absynth, shot of sambuca, 2 unidentified fruit shots, another downed stella, another stella, double JD+coke and yet another downed stella in the space of just a couple of hours, it was time to take it slow.

As I walked upto the bar, many things crossed my mind. Am I still clean? Is that a bug behind my ear? Will I have to pay for a pint of water? Do I care if I loose this game? How am I still standing? And only 3 words could I make out as the bartender came over to me...............triple rum please.


This was such a bad idea it wasn't even funny. Our group was quite well known by the locals anyway but a broken relationship sparked trouble on the dancefloor. With two friends (one of which hadnt started the night with us) arguing over something I fail to remember about, two others started consoling each other about it. The rest I had lost.

Now standing with a glass of rum, I could not face trying to find my friends so I sat on a set of steps in the club (just 3 steps). Sometime after this three other of my friends came over with their drinks and sat by me, barely able to stand and put off by the bad music now blaring out of the speakers right next to us.

The rest is all a bit of a blur. I was told I fell asleep under a seat as two of my friends were thrown out for play fighting with the plastic golf clubs. I was just awoken by a friend and told to drink up (my drink was still perfectly next to me) and go outside as things were starting to go pear shaped. Walking down the steps out of the place, I heard the arguing. For some reason my friends were contesting their rights of being in the club which they had paid to be in. Standing just inside I stood, still with a perfect glass of rum, I watched and giggled as the bouncers argued with my friends.

I quickly downed my drink (-9!) and went out to try and calm things down but they only got worse. With the bouncer threatening to phone the police, it only annoyed my friends further and sure enough, within 2 minutes, the police started to come.

Now torbay is a quite quiet place. I guess not a lot goes on down here, trouble isn't too bad and fights are rare. My friends are not fighters, nor do they start trouble for no reason (especially kicking off). So one can only wonder why sending 2 riot vans, a police dog van and 2 squad cars was necessary for 2 slightly loud drunks who couldn't start any serious trouble if they tried ; )

After a lot of swearing, shared glances and even tears of a few of our group, thankfully things calmed down. We were given the options of being sent on our merry way or being locked up for the night. I grabbed my still fuming friends and tried to pull them away from the very much not amused police(wo)men.

Tears followed about what had happened in the pub, what had been said, what had been done but all I could think of was getting home and eating : p


The aftermath:

I returned to a friends house where we cooked a full blown fry up, watched 'garth merenguies darkplace' and tried not to be sick. He got a lil' annoyed when he returned from the bathroom to find me in an apron with a pocketful of his toast! I had apparently been obsessing about toast that night and when I returned I proceeded to toast an entire loaf of bread behind his back.

Waking up wearing oven mittens and an apron is not a good thing, nor would I ever wish to repeat the experience.


If any of you ever wish to do pub golf, please leave yourself a good 30-40 minutes between each hole, otherwise you'll end up with the same kind of state we were in that night which although it was funny looking back on it, the amount of near serious incidences would not be worth risking again : p
 

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Aiteal said:
Funny Story

Ohohoh my god i would have done some nasty shit to my ex if she did that to me :p

Most embarrasing has to be "ye old, puke and porn" story.

Got home after a night of heavy... heavy drinking.
Some norwegian friends of ours that were staying with us that week had picked me up from the festival spot and forced my drunk ass home. I lead them to believe i would go to bed, but instead i jumped out a window.. the window was coincidentally a door that could be opened both top and bottom separately but i didn't think about opening the bottom half. I jumped out and realised i would not land on my feet. Raised my beer up high to protect the precious alcohol ofc and landed flat on my back getting a nice bruise. Staggered back to find the place deserted, thought screw it, and went back home. Where i tried to call my mom at 4 in the morning.. just to let her know i was doing ok :p kept getting the "This number does not exist" thing and gave up, threw up on the floor in the livingroom and turned on the TV... and managed to hit the porn channel. That combined with the fact that the volume was unusually high blew up in my face as my dad and his gf stepped into the livingroom to see what the racket was. and the lovely porn actress screams "OHH YEAH FUCK ME" So there i am, drunk, looking like a hobo since all my clothes were dirty from falling over, puke on the floor and ungodly loud porn on the TV. Wondering how i'm going to explain.. this is not what it looks like :p
 

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niiice one kirennia. Rep well earned!

and lol @ blackjack :(
 

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Err my worst probably drinking in the flat up stairs killed about a pint and half of vodka playing 21 (curse that game) anyways suddenly ive lost about 30 minutes of my life i realise im completely naked apart from a pair of socks... in my room calling for help.

One of my mate eventually helps me to the toilet where i spend the next half an hour sitting on the bog vomitting in the sink. This is all around 10pm at nite (haha think i started i bit too fast)

I get up the next morning at 8am go to a hockey match :D half way there they have to stop the car so i can get out and throw up the apple i had for breakfast hehe and with a massive traffic jam + the rest of my team behind me taking the piss.

Best story ive heard of was my mate on his birthday; we were in a club in town like 30 mins before kick out and suddenly hes gone... he does this alot he runs home for some strange reason... its like a good 5 miles never understand it. So he gets back and decides to make a pizza but somehow! puts the kettle on the hob goes to his room falls asleep by the time we get back theres 4 fire engines in our block and the kitchen is burnt down and hes go no idea whats going on.

Got soo many good memories and prob many more i wish i could remeber

Hockey tour this weekend heh sure there will be lot of chances to make a twat outta myself
 

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Oh and pub golf what a fantastic invention, especially with set drinking list, pars for gulps, compulsory funnels/neckage. You never finish the night with the piece of paper you started with but man do you know you've had a good night.
 

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Wandering...well, OK, stumbling...around a college after drinking a litre and a half of vodka, growling SAAATTTAAAANNNNN! at anyone who came near me and turning upside down every cross I could find.

It was a theological college.

It didn't go down too well.
 

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Bugz said:
I got totally drunk at my cousins wedding and had to be picked up off the floor whilst telling everyone that I loved them.

Needless to say we came home early and I suspect my cousins' wife's family hates me ^^
same thing for me except it was a halloween party...
 
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Done alot of stupid things when I been real piss drunk. But not so long ago some week ago, I was really really drunk, been to a big night/techno club and done the usual thing, went home quiet early due to not relevant things.
Anyway I go to the busstop and w8s for the buss thats gonna arrive in a min or two. When I see this girl and all of sudden I get a feeling that I know her, and ofc plp you know when your drunk they need hugs and kisses, so I walked up to her and gave her a big hug and a kiss and then started to ask her what she and her friend been, ofc calling her by 1st name. Obviously I didn't know this person(s) but she never told me off or said she wasn't the one I thought she was, I had to find out that by myself when they all of sudden went off at a busstop they didn't live at... :(
 

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I pissed in my computer once... GF was standing behind me with a hockeystick unable to decide if she should smack me or not.

Luckely she didn't
 

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Cozak said:
Is domestic violence normal within your social circle? o0

It was back in the day, hard core rockers (or so we thought!) but usually it was a fight or 2 broke out on a night out ;)
 

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Probably the worst time for me was when I went to watch a local band with a female friend at a pub venue.
As per usual we got up and started dancing away along with the rest of the pub but my friend,who's not exactly small,started bumping hips and unfortunately for me she got in a real good swing.....I went flying into the nearest table filled with drinks........went right over it.........tipped the table over..........and every glass/bottle followed me.
The noise completely drowned out the band and every person in the room stopped what they were doing and turned in my direction to hear my friend laughing her ass off whilst I'm hiding behind the upturned table wishing the floor would open up and swallow me. :(

But at least it was'nt as bad as an old mate who woke up in a wheelie bin in the middle of the town centre :p
 

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About the worst for me (painwise more than anything else) was when I was around 18. I fell off of a kerb at kicking out time, thought ouch that hurt a little, I then proceeded to walk the 3miles home that I normally do after a night out to sober up a bit (thinking hmmm, my ankle feels sore)

I crash out when I finally get home, wake up in the morning and my ankle has swollen to the size of a football, I get carted off to the hospital to find I have torn my ligaments and have to spend 2 months on crutches!

To this day (17 years on) I still go over on that very same ankle every so often due to the damage done back then!
 

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Iphis said:
Oh and pub golf what a fantastic invention, especially with set drinking list, pars for gulps, compulsory funnels/neckage. You never finish the night with the piece of paper you started with but man do you know you've had a good night.


last time i played pub golf i lost my phone and wallet and slept outside the club i didn't get into due to no wallet consequently no ID.

I can see you're a hockey boy by the mention of funnels :D

Have fun on tour, went on two this year and almost killed me (one days rest inbetween)
 

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OK this happened to a friend of mine but since I was involved too...

We decided to spend Midsommernight in an old castle ruin somewhere deep in a wood. Took us hours to get all the beer and stuff to the site. The place was really cool though, high window arcs and the remains of old walls all around us. So we started a campfire, drank a lot, made a couple joints and had a good time.
Somewhere after midnight, my friend said (with an already heavy tounge) that he needed a piss and walked off into the darkness...

>wait
Time passes.

After a while, he came back to the campfire, looking a bit out of shape. His trousers were ripped he was holding his bruised elbow... and his glasses were missing. He told me that while looking for a good spot to piss, he fell down a wall into a pile of stones, rubble and nettles, thereby bruising his arm and leg and losing his glasses. Now there he was... alone, in the dark, with an aching arm and the urge to get relief. Step by step, he decided to piss right on the spot, then tried to find his glasses, but failed. In the hope somebody at the campfire might have brought a flashlight, he made is way back to us.
So we went out into the darkness, trying to find his glasses. Of course, nobody had a flashlight. After all, this wasn´t a boy scout camp....
We were wandering around for a while, but couldn´t see a damn thing in what can only be described as the darkness.
"This is leading nowhere, Daniel", I said, "whereabout did you fall down the wall?"
"About here... AAAAARGH!"... Boof!
This time, he fall was even worse, he sprained his ankle quite badly. Lying down between the stones and all the crap, he reached out...and found his glasses, right next to the puddle of his piss. So... he managed to fall down the SAME wall TWICE, survived the first one without any large wounds and got a pretty bad injury the second time.
We had to get him out of the woods and drive him to a hospital. Party over. :(

Next day, we went back to the site to clean up and stuff.. and found the spot he fell down. I was no less than three and a half meter high and the ground below was nothing more than a pile of old stones with thistles and nettels between them. O_O
 

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old.windforce said:
I pissed in my computer once...
seems we can add "a computer" in the "what can be filled with liquid" - list :p
 

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Anyone here done a Dellboy?

I have.

Was a messy night - lots of drinking and I was such a young whippersnapper, with little experience.
While queing to get into a club, a friends friend whipped open his trench coat he was wearing to reveal scrumpy cider and whiskey in various bottles.

Naturally I thought it was a good idea to help him drink them - by the time i got inside I was wasted.

We were in one of the quieter chillout bars of the nightclub, all stood there chating away. I was stood with my back to what I thought was a locked door.

So I lent against this locked door, went flying through it backwards, landing on my back.

My mates saw me there one minute, then vanish the next, opening the door to find me lying on my back.

And what was even more amusing was that all the lads swear that I had fallen through the doors with almost a full pint and didnt spill a drop! :worthy:

Bouncers werent too happy mind you - I expected to get thrown out
 

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Ehm well, so we were meeting at a friend's to make some mens night, eat, drink and have fun. When we came, he told us that his neighbour was a peeping tom (or however you call these ppl spying on you to see you naked). Well the night got longer and longer and at one point another dude and I went to the garden fence, put off our pants, bowed down and shaked our asses at the neighbours window (who was prolly asleep for 3h or so ^^ ).

In fact I only remembered all that after my other friends had told me =)

Anyways, some time later (no idea how much) I was ringing at his doorbell and then running over to my friends house......so stupid =)
 

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Ok.. another story of a friend of mine


Ralf is a very good friend of mine. I know him since our school days and he has always been some sort of intellectual giant (he´s a Doctor of Physics now, developing blue lasers and stuff), but a bit clumsy. And he doesn´t know when he had enough to drink. Bad combination.
Anyways, we went to a party, hosted by another friend of ours in the house of his parents, who were on vaccation. Of course, Ralf drank anything he could get a hand on, quickly falling into some sort of delirium on the sofa. After a while, he stood up, explained that he needed a piss and went off to the bathroom.

>wait
Time passes.

After a while, we decided to go look for him, because after all, he was pretty drunk and we just wanted to check that he´s ok. The pathroom door was still locked though and all we heard was some mumbling noise behind it. We looked through the keyhole and saw... nothing. It was pitch black.
Somehow, my friend managed to walk into this tiny bathroom (just enough space for a toilet and a person), locked the door, then switched off the light. Now, unlocking a door while being drunk is a tough quest, let alone when it´s pitch black. The situation was kind of bizzar, seven or eight people standing in front of a locked door, shouting instructions about how to unlock the door or at least find the light switch. We quickly realised that this was a futile task and decided to open the door and release the prisoner (who was still unable to form a sentence). Lacking a lockpick set, someone found a screwdriver and unscrewed the lock.
We then decided that Ralf had enough for the night and that we should drive him back home. Now the only guy who was still able to drive was the older brother of the guy who hosted the party. So we grabbed Ralf, dragged him into the brandnew 180 PS Honda of the older brother and they went off into the night.

>wait
Time passes.

An hour later, the driver came back, quickly spoke to his brother, who then declared the party was over. What happened?
On their way home, the inevitable happened. Ralf puked right on the front panel of the Honda. The driver stopped in panic, dashed out of the car, opened the door and dragged Ralf out of the car, so he could finish puking in one of the huge flower pots, which were standing close to the street on the walkway.... right on front of the local Police Station!
They finished just in time to avoid a confrontation with the policeman, who was on night shift in the police station and decided to come and ask them why they stopped and puked into their flower pots.
Needless to say, the driver was REALLY pissed. His poor brother had to clean up his car and we had to leave and get drunk somewhere else. :(
 

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Some time ago we were drinking at the beach and we found a dog. We were so drunk and I bite it in its ear haha (emulating Tyson).

We didn't know the dogs name but from now on we call it 'holyfield' ;)

It was more funny than embarrasing tbh hehe

It was our pet for all holidays period :D
 

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