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Drunk storys, vote & post your drunk storys.

I was at a friends house with some friends drinking,
I called off work that night, left my friend's house drunk,
went to work to say hi to my co-workers on break,
I walked into the cafeteria and the first person I met
was my supervisor who said, La Habana Cuba you are
drunk as a skunk, go home.

He later on that night told a lady co-worker, very good friend of mine,
I could have fired his ass, but I like him and he is a good worker, so I gave him a chance.

Tonights post and inspiration for this thread on Saint Patricks Day 2007,
since I am feeling sorry for myself and posting drunk, ok semi drunk,
lol myself, lol.

I am part of this group of friends, my best friend got invited to a
birthday party on Saint Patricks Day but no one invited me,
an oversight or did they just not think that way?

For the record, I am glad for my best friend got invited and went.

It was supposed to be at a group friends house, feeling sorry for myself, I went to our favorite Karaoke bar to drink myself drunk, when I got there found out from my best friend who was the only one to see me get there, the party had been moved to our favorite Karaoke Bar, he said you could stay, I said sorry bro, it dosent fit, I was not invited, he understood and fell sorry for me, I left the bar and bought me a 12 pack of Heineken that I am drinking now.
What do you all think?
I am too drunk and or feeling sorry for myself to think.

I feel for you Neo Undelia, we have a feeling in common.

Post your drunk storys, I have more, but these are good enough for now or so.

Once, while I was on vacation in London, I stumbled drunk into some sort of swank cigar lounge and was served a fine cuban cigar by a beautiful south american woman. Two lesbian chefs bought me and my friend beer from the champagne region of france, and the experience was surreal and quite rewarding.

Topical on account of the OP's SN.

/PUI

I am posting drunk(ish) but don't have a good story. All of my drunken stories are far too contextual for a forum.

I don't drink, but if I did I'd have to pick my bars carefully. I'm allergic to karaoke, you see.

Nothing too embarassing: finding myself in some corner, asleep... or singing with relatives in the taxi home (I was even sober at that time, but the relatives were drunk).

Sure, a short few.
I was drinking in a hot tub one time with two other coworkers, and i felt a strange pressure on me.
I figured i should go piss, so i waddled over to the toilet slowly to let some business get taken care of - and i began to succumb to a light heat stroke. I managed to finish the business, but i had to steady myself with the nearby towel rack above the tank. I blacked out a second, and managed to unknowingly rip part of it off the wall.
My coworkers were wondering why i was f*cking around so much, and i waved them off and told them i could handle it. I laughed as i tried to put the rack back into the wall, but leaning over to do that clocked me out. I was just losing consciousness as my face hit the rack and slid downward with it, until i slumped over the toilet.
According to onlookers, i lay across the can for about 45 seconds, and right after i'd fallen, my body tensed harshly, and then a bunch of steam or something that looked like it exited my back en masse, leaving me utterly relaxed.
I started to come to slowly, with obvious amnesia and the washing sound that always accords itself to such episodes. I could hear them still talking about the situation, and i laughed and asked if that was funny to watch. They said i was bleeding. I couldn't tell, since it still takes a little while for galvanic sensitivity to come back. They told me it was my eye, so i grabbed my left eye. It was the other one, they informed me. So i reached up and accidentally opened the gash right above my eye (where the toilet roll holder caught my brow, only half an inch from taking my eye out, apparently).
So i fell off the seat and washed it out. Still got a cool scar from it.

I also have a funny tale about a Coke box, but i'm running out of time.

Too many to get into, really...:p

I once was fucking pissed. I was swaying just standing still. One of the guys noticed that a cop car was coming close, so I sat down, because by standing it was a giveaway that we were drinking (underaged). Now, the copy parked a few houses down from us, and watched us for a minute or two. Then got out of his(?) cruiser and came and talked to our group. My friend stood in front of me as I was easily the drunkest. The cop then asked my friend (cuz my friend was known by the cops for being a drinker) if we had been drinking that night. He said no and the cop buggered off. My friend then turned to me and said, "Would it have killed you to stop singing when the cop was here?"

I hadn't known I was singing either.:p

I'm sober. :rolleyes: