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Tell us some stories of how you got thrown out of a supermarket/concert/whatever.

I have none as I am boring and law-abiding (the second one is a lie;) )

Well the other night we were at IHOP, and at least part of our party was fairly drunk, and somehow the conversation came to smega (if you don't know what it is, save yourself the trouble of looking it up and just pretend you've never heard of it), and we got all loud with the laughing and the inappropriate jokes, and I thought we were gonna get kicked out, but no dice.

Other than that, the most recent would be a few years back, when I was in high school, and we got kicked out of Osco on New Years for carrying on and opening the sparkling grape juice to drink while we shopped. 'Course it was like, 1 am and we were all either trashed or stoned, so nobody was completely in control.....

Come to think of it, all the stories I could share would involve being trashed or stoned or something of the like......

*shame*

The only thing I've been thrown out of is a bar.

I usually talk my way through things.
Anyhow, fights behind bleachers at good old High School football games would be as close as I've ever come.
Good thing I was pinned, was shorter than my opponent, and had glasses in this particular situation, or I would have been tossed out.

I got thrown out of a supermarket for smelling to the deodorants... That's not excactly my idea of good service.

I was with a group of friends in a pub, and we were having a conversation about inappropriate ornaments (penises in formaldehyde, fetus skulls, that sort of shit), when the manager came over and told us to shut up or leave. We change the topic of conversation to something more acceptable (though I can't remember what), then we got bored so decided to make a tower out of empty glasses and ashtrays. It got to about 11 glasses high when it collapsed, breaking a few glasses, and we got chucked out.

I got kicked off a public bus for being rowdy and shit when I was drunk about a year ago. Not too much else really, rather boring.

I once got kicked out of a hotel room on New Years.
About ten of us were engaging in a myriad of substances, most notably, large pieces of blotter.

There was sin, and debauchery, and vomiting from the second story.

Later, on the way to Somewhere Else, I barfed into a McDonalds bag, after consuming 12 beers to go with the aforementioned large piece of blotter acid I had greedilly consumed.
I certainly dont drink much, and sans acid, would have never drank so many.

There was much barfing.

After that, and now not enjoying a stiff headache, I listened to Pink Floyd's "Corporal Klegg", in the backseat of the car.

I lost my mind somewhere in the middle of the kazoo solo, and havent been quite the same since.

I suppose it was a happy New Year.

I've never really been thrown out of anywhere but I have thrown people out.

I've never really been thrown out of anywhere but I have thrown people out.
...?

The most recent ejection I have suffered would have been late last year, from a pub I used to regular. =(

I was, of course, completly hammered and had previously been ask, personally and as a group, to "keep it down a bit". Unfourtunatly the advice went unheeded, and as I once again raised my voice I was promptly asked to leave.

Of course that isn't the end of the story kiddies, you didn't think you'd get out that easily did you? So, at this point I'm rather angry that I'm the only one that has been asked to leave, I want to rejoin my friends inside, unfourtunatly there's a bouncer the size of the door blocking my way. Also it dawns on me that I've left my bag inside. Slowly a plan begins to form. What if I was to request rentrance for the short time it would take to get into the bar, and sneak off to hide in the toilets while I waited for the heat to die down. You'll notice I was very inhebreated at this point. Anyway the plan of course doesn't pan out as the bouncer insists on accompaning me to my bag. This is the point at which I go completly insane. I am so desprate to be reunited with my friends that I simply ignore the bouncers requests that I leave now that I have my bag. At this point the bouncer is forced to take physical action to eject me. Eventually I'm outside once again, luckly I managed to drag along a couple of friends this time too. Now having lost all semblance of sanity I try once again to engauge the bouncer in a physical sparring match, by simply pushing past him to get inside. By now the bouncer is getting pretty pissed and before I know whats going on I find myself in the gutter, rocketed there courtesy of a solid punch from the bouncer. At this point I give up take my two friends and go and have a drink round the corner for half an hour. Amazingly when we come back I get in without a problem and we rejoin our little hub of conversation. Finally the icing on the metaphorical cake: I once again raise my voice above the maximum sound limit and the manager comes over to give me a warning. His eyes widen when he sees me and he shouts YOU AGAIN?!?

Needless to say we convine in another bar now.

i've been thrown out of nightclubs loads of times. the first time was because i wanted to get my jacket back when the club had been evacuated for a fire alarm and i tried to dodge past the bouncers but they grabbed me and threw me bodily down the stairs and then three of them carried me out above their heads. i got a cheer from the crowd :rolleyes: :p :D . another time i passed out and fell down some stairs in a club. one of the barstaff found me in a heap on the floor and told me to leave. but i refused so they got a bouncer to throw me out but i sneaked back in. the last time i got thrown out of a club i got thrown out twice in the same night. the first was for having a very loud argument with a girl who had violently shoved me and my friend out of her way on the dancefloor to which i naturally retaliated by shoving back. then my flatmate managed to persuade the bouncers that it wasn't my my fault and they let me back in. then i fell asleep on the dancefloor three times and each time the bouncers woke me up. the last time they chucked me out again. this time my friends didn't know i'd been chucked out and i was too drunk to even know where i was and i set off home in the wrong direction. spent 3 or 4 hrs wandering the city and i got back to the flat with my jeans all torn and covered in mud just as my flatmates were sending out search parties for me. i think i climbed into someone's garden to go to sleep. needless to say on each occasion i was very, very drunk! :D when i was younger me and my friend used to run through department stores pretending to steal things to get the security guards to chase us. we only got chased a couple of times but the guards were fat, we were quite small and it was busy so we got away easily. that was a lot of fun :D.

Yeah, I've never really been thrown out of anywhere. Hwever, seeing that I am a Security Guard I have to throw people out of the mall where I work on a pretty much daily basis.

when i was younger me and my friend used to run through department stores pretending to steal things to get the security guards to chase us. we only got chased a couple of times but the guards were fat, we were quite small and it was busy so we got away easily. that was a lot of fun :D.

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That's brilliant! I've gotta try that! :D

Oooh, here's a story about a friend of mine:
We'd gone to a free clubnight with the plan of getting very drunk. Drinks were in the region of £1-£1.50, or in other words, very cheap. My friend was buying bottles of Castlemaine (no taste, I know) individually for £1 each, when I asked him why he didn't buy two at the same time. This was the last I saw of him until 5 hours later, when I was standing beside a bed in A&E, with him waiting to have a massive head wound stitched. Eventually, we established what had happened:

He'd gone off, drinking two beers at a time, until he'd had around 20 bottles (they were only 330ml (3/5 pint) bottles, so that's around 12 pints). He'd then needed the toilet (obviously), but unfortunately collapsed while in the toilet, and smacked his head on the door handle. Rather than find any of us, or leave immediately, he wandered around the club in a daze until a bouncer saw him bleeding, took him outside and told him to go to the hospital. My friend wandered off in the direction of the hospital, actually intending on going home. He then collapsed again outside a park just across the road from said hospital. Randomly, a guy on his course at uni came across him, phoned for an ambulance, and got him taken to hospital, despite my friend repeatedly saying "I'm fine, I don't need the hospital".

When we left the club, we had no idea where he was, so went home. At around 4 in the morning he still wasn't home, so we phoned the hospital asking if he'd been admitted. Yup. So we went down there and laughed at him.

Never have been.

My best male friend and I got kicked out of a Sports Grill at 2am once for bothering Kenny Rogers.

Other than that I got kicked out of class a lot......


I was asked to leave Walmart once at like 2am (with my best male friend) once, because we were "acting weird".

Never have been.
You've never lived!

You've never lived!

Indeed! What is life without an episode involving: embarrasment, moral shame and possibly physical abuse?!

I've never really been thrown out of anywhere but I have thrown people out.

Ditto.

Indeed! What is life without an episode involving: embarrasment, moral shame and possibly physical abuse?!

embarrassment? shame? i'm proud of every act of drunken stupidity i have been involved in :D. the physical trauma occasionally experienced is a mildly regrettable side-effect but it has the bonus of resulting in some interesting scars, and besides, injuries are great conversation starters :p :D

Indeed! What is life without an episode involving: embarrasment, moral shame and possibly physical abuse?!

None of those things crossed my mind when I got chucked out of a bar. I was just pissed that I was being chucked out of a bar. The bouncer who recognised me as I was being ejected said 'come back on the weekend'.

Oh, sorry, that vomiting and getting tossed down stairs just sounds like SO much fun.:rolleyes:

Oh, sorry, that vomiting and getting tossed down stairs just sounds like SO much fun.:rolleyes:


Uh-huh: so when a stuntman does it it's kewl, but when an NS poster does it it's just sad?

Oh, sorry, that vomiting and getting tossed down stairs just sounds like SO much fun.:rolleyes:

yep, well not so much the vomiting but the launching down stairs is. when you're that drunk you can't feel the bumps and it's just like a mad giggly theme park ride and in the morning the bumps come up in bruises and cuts which, as i said earlier, are great conversation starters.

Oh, sorry, that vomiting and getting tossed down stairs just sounds like SO much fun.:rolleyes:
I've been chucked out without either of those happening. In fact, the only time I was chucked out of anywhere was highly amusing...though we were all drunk, which could explain it.

I once went to a club with three of my buddies, and all four of us ended up getting thrown out...independently.

Yes, we each individually got into enough trouble to be kicked out. Good times.

At 17, I know this is an embarressment. I've been thrown out of a bar for fighting about 9 times. As for supermarkets, only once, for trolley racing when drunk inside the store, and colliding withone of these oh so well stacked but precarious towers of cans.;)

I get thrown out of public pools all the time, sometimes the police even get called. (I'm not particularly cooperative with authority figures, even getting arrested a few times and probably royally screwing my chances of joining the US Army.)

I go there a lot to meet girls, with minimal success. I'm not going to turn this into a dating advice thread, but that's what gets me in the soup.