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the police had to call my parents.
I had just passed my last written exam att school and there was a big party.
Any similar experiences?

Yesterday I got so very drunk....

I suggest doing it again today and possibly tomorrow.

Yes i was on NS...............

See my initial post in the Police Brutality thread.

The day after my exams finish, June 1st, I don't intend to be able to get out of bed until at least 7pm, and then only for pizza from the college pizza bar. Hell, might even see if me boyfriend can come up for the partying. I mean to be very, very, very drunk.

Getting drunk to the point of bazooka barfing is something I've got to do about once a decade...to remind myself about why I don't do it more often. That feeling, right when you're on the edge of decorating everything in range with chyme, is so dreadful. And it seems to last FOREVER. I did it once when I was 16, again when I was 24, and the most recent was when I was 33 and trying to outdrink a man who had 100 pounds (roughly seven stones, for all you UKers) and 10 years on me on "Tequila Tuesday" at a campus-local bar. I quit after we both reached 13 shots in about 2 hours and he proceded to down three in a row.

Never again......until my 40s.

I got wasted this one night and swore that my dead fiance was still alive. *sighes* You have to give credit to my friends; they did a good job keeping me safe without breaking the bad news to me again.

I quit after we both reached 13 shots in about 2 hours and he proceded to down three in a row.
That's it? Lightweight. ;)

A friend and I were working at the same bar and both had the night off so we went to the bar we worked at (NOT a good idea) and went on a tequila binger.

22 shots of Cuervo 1800 apiece (and 6 Shiner Bocks for me as well) later, our friend and boss (the manager) shuffled us out the door. I woke up at home with my motorcycle in the driveway...and still have no idea whether I rode it the 10 miles home or if we loaded it into the back of my friend's pickup and drove HIS pickup home. He didn't remember either. Scary, scary shit.

A couple of years ago I got stoned & was so out of it that 2 days later I tried to let myself into the wrong flat :eek:

*shudders*

Never touched the stuff since

the police had to call my parents.
I had just passed my last written exam att school and there was a big party.
Any similar experiences?

I once got so drunk while out camping I passed out face down in sand on the riverbank. There I laid all night inhaling sand into my nostrils and mouth. Tasty yet gritty. Anyhoo I woke up threw up and rolled sideways into the river. Oh and there was this other time out camping I drank so namy B-52's I threw up on my leg and it ate holes in my skin.

I have long since quit drinking. :)

Welcome to my world

22 shots of Cuervo 1800 apiece (and 6 Shiner Bocks for me as well) later, our friend and boss (the manager)

My worst was 26 shots of Southern Comfort (4 of them as one quadrouple measure), 2 pints of cider and a dodgy kebab...

...boy was i sick the next day...I stayed clean for 3 months after that...until this last christmas i never got hammered again, then I met a few people who persuaded me to drink vodka redbull (after already having had 3 litres of 6% beer) ended up having 10, but that was enough to remind why getting drunk is not a good thing... :(

...but there was that time during one Paradise Club in which i was fairly drunk... :D that said, apart from those 3 times i have never been truly drunk.

I don't drink red wine after getting steamed at a mates Hallowe'en party dressed as Papa Lazarou and projectile vomiting onto my girlfriend (dressed as a mummy) then collapsing into the gutter outside his house and realising that it was pretty much the lowest point of my life to date (and still is thankfully).

Red wine = devils drink

I bought a bottle of vodka about a year ago, with the intention of sharing it with my friends.

Oddly enough, the few people I was able to track down who did not have to work the next day did not want any vodka, and were content to put down a few beers and call it a night.

Not me...

I awoke the next morning, not knowing how I had gotten home from my friends house, which was several miles outside of town. I couldn't keep anything down, not even water, and spent most of the morning and part of the afternoon alternating between sleep and feeble attempts to keep down whatever I had last attempted to eat.

Later that evening I went back to my friends house, and was told that I had vomited for about a half an hour before loudly proclaiming that I was ok to drive, and had driven myself home...in a thunderstorm.

I noticed the empty bottle of vodka, and asked "Who else had some, I thought nobody else wanted any?"

"Nobody else had any...you drank the whole thing yourself.", was his quite unexpected reply.

To this day, I do not know how I managed to drink an entire liter of Smirnoff Vodka in one night...but I do know that I have not touched hard liquor since that night! :eek:

I once was so drunk I had to drive home because I couldn't walk. :)

Ahh! All these stories are ending with "And I never touched it again"

Makes me glad I'm still in my irresponsible drunk college phase.

Just a cautionary note: it is entirely possible to get so drunk that your brain forgets to tell your lungs to breathe and your heart to beat. Then you die immediately. It is also possible to do mortal harm to your liver in a single binge. Then you die in a slower but unimagineably ugly manner unless a transplant happens to be available for you.

Take it easy, for God's sake.

I've never been that drunk. But last week at a party I convinced these 7 drunk girls all to make out with me at the same time. Now THAT was a party.

the police had to call my parents.
I had just passed my last written exam att school and there was a big party.
Any similar experiences?

Heheheh...many. My end of school party was crap, though.

I've had my share of binge drinking, and i've long since quit it, because it's really irresponsible and bad for your health...so i've since matured and taken my life down a different path...

HA! Had you there! :D

I don't drink red wine after getting steamed at a mates Hallowe'en party dressed as Papa Lazarou and projectile vomiting onto my girlfriend (dressed as a mummy) then collapsing into the gutter outside his house and realising that it was pretty much the lowest point of my life to date (and still is thankfully).

Red wine = devils drinkVery true! One of my worst experiences was drinking two and a half bottles of red wine at my boyfriend's mother's house, then vomiting it all up over her spare room floor (on which, very unfortunately, my boyfriend was sitting at the time). I had to profusely apologise to both my boyfriend and his Mum - I was terrified of the 'mother-in-law figure' deciding she hated me after that! Luckily, neither she nor my boyfriend held it against me, but the most red wine I drink these days is a glass or two with dinner :)

I'm not a big drinker(I've never drank enough to puke and I plan on keeping it that way) but I got some fucked up on cocaine, mushrooms, ecstacy and hash that I started bawling my eyes out at school because all I could hear were people making fun of me and staring.

It was Halloween, I was the (only) 'goth kid' and I was dressed like Robert Smith. (in a school full of rednecks and wiggers none-the-less)

I swore from that day to never do more then three drugs at a time, and never more then two if one isn't either caffeine or weed(or hash).

The first time I got drunk I woke up in a school-girl outfit in hospital. -True Story