Things you have done when Drunk ......
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headcase said:
Walking home from a night out in Runcorn back to Widnes, was approx 3/4 of the way across runcorn bridge only to hear a push bike coming up behind me so i moved over to let it past only to recieve a slap on the back of the head as he passed, riding off he was pissing himself and looked round to laugh at me only to crash into the railings, my thought processes where actually quite fast for my soberless state so i ran towards the said offender who proptly stops lauguing and curls up in a ball expecting a good ol fashoned kicking, well me not being a big fat meanine (well not too mean anyways) decides not to get my self arrested, promptly picks up his bike and throws it off the bridge, and walks off chuckling to myself 
Its not very often you can get revenge like that so quickly 
For anyone not too familiar to runcorn bridge, here it is,
That's brilliant! Love it! Its not very often you can get revenge like that so quickly For anyone not too familiar to runcorn bridge, here it is,
HereBeMonsters said:
headcase said:
Walking home from a night out in Runcorn back to Widnes, was approx 3/4 of the way across runcorn bridge only to hear a push bike coming up behind me so i moved over to let it past only to recieve a slap on the back of the head as he passed, riding off he was pissing himself and looked round to laugh at me only to crash into the railings, my thought processes where actually quite fast for my soberless state so i ran towards the said offender who proptly stops lauguing and curls up in a ball expecting a good ol fashoned kicking, well me not being a big fat meanine (well not too mean anyways) decides not to get my self arrested, promptly picks up his bike and throws it off the bridge, and walks off chuckling to myself Its not very often you can get revenge like that so quickly
For anyone not too familiar to runcorn bridge, here it is,
That's brilliant! Love it! Its not very often you can get revenge like that so quickly For anyone not too familiar to runcorn bridge, here it is,
The bridge at night:
Mobsta said:
HereBeMonsters said:
headcase said:
Walking home from a night out in Runcorn back to Widnes, was approx 3/4 of the way across runcorn bridge only to hear a push bike coming up behind me so i moved over to let it past only to recieve a slap on the back of the head as he passed, riding off he was pissing himself and looked round to laugh at me only to crash into the railings, my thought processes where actually quite fast for my soberless state so i ran towards the said offender who proptly stops lauguing and curls up in a ball expecting a good ol fashoned kicking, well me not being a big fat meanine (well not too mean anyways) decides not to get my self arrested, promptly picks up his bike and throws it off the bridge, and walks off chuckling to myself Its not very often you can get revenge like that so quickly
For anyone not too familiar to runcorn bridge, here it is,
That's brilliant! Love it! Its not very often you can get revenge like that so quickly For anyone not too familiar to runcorn bridge, here it is,
The bridge at night:
Was told this one by a mate of mine.
He was 15 and on a school exchange to Germany.
Pleasant night out with his host family. They put him up in a nice flat they owned. The host kid and his mates got some booze and they all got thoroughly ratted.
My mate - hammered as hell trots off to bed. He wakes up feeling ill and still clothed so stumbles off to find the bathroom.
Strangely this is downstairs from the flat - but no matter. He has a dunp and pukes in the sink, then removes most of his clothing and wanders back to bed.
Next morning he wakes up to find his clothes neatly folded up beside his bed. He gets himself sorted and wanders off to the bathroom - remembering that he will probably have to clean the puke up.
He trots down the stairs and straight into the place below. Its not a bathroom but.
A bathroom showroom!
The family owned a DIY/home furnishing shop and had put him up in the flat above for the night. All his s
t and puke was cleaned up. No one ever mentioned it.
He was 15 and on a school exchange to Germany.
Pleasant night out with his host family. They put him up in a nice flat they owned. The host kid and his mates got some booze and they all got thoroughly ratted.
My mate - hammered as hell trots off to bed. He wakes up feeling ill and still clothed so stumbles off to find the bathroom.
Strangely this is downstairs from the flat - but no matter. He has a dunp and pukes in the sink, then removes most of his clothing and wanders back to bed.
Next morning he wakes up to find his clothes neatly folded up beside his bed. He gets himself sorted and wanders off to the bathroom - remembering that he will probably have to clean the puke up.
He trots down the stairs and straight into the place below. Its not a bathroom but.
A bathroom showroom!
The family owned a DIY/home furnishing shop and had put him up in the flat above for the night. All his s
t and puke was cleaned up. No one ever mentioned it.
My girlfriend, upon seeing this thread has reminded me that about a year ago, I got very drunk and demanded that she drove the 18 miles from her house to pick me up from town. This was of a course a booty-call.
When we got home, I was Richard Gere, super smooth and sexy, having my wicked way.
Until part-way through the shenanigans, when I threw her off me, went for a piss in the shower and came back to bed calling her a dirty we before passing out.
How she still loves me I'll never know.....
When we got home, I was Richard Gere, super smooth and sexy, having my wicked way.
Until part-way through the shenanigans, when I threw her off me, went for a piss in the shower and came back to bed calling her a dirty w
e before passing out.How she still loves me I'll never know.....
I've just remembered these...
Two incidents involving the same, er, University lecturer...
I was on the committee to organise a University ball which went well - I think. For reasons that I forget, I was depressed and not with it and decided to get utterly hammered which I duly did. However, the next day, the flashbacks kicked in (as they do) and I remembered a few things:
My friends used to remind me of this on a regular basis which was nice (!) for years afterwards...
** http://bocking.tripod.com/pyjama.html - Google it for more....
Another time - at a friend's wedding, I proceeded to get hammered, ignore the (then) girlfriend, flirt with my friend Matt's girlfriend (Matt who had to then spend the evening with my partner to keep her company while I was being a tool - Matt's a good friend), make yet another pass at Julie and make a complete arse of myself - I regained consciousness the next morning having thrown up all over the hotel bed, floor and new suit. My girlfriend (who didn't drive - thankfully otherwise I'm pretty sure she'd have taken off if she did) was, understandably, pissed as hell at me, and made me drive us home while I was still clearly hammered*** (I'm not proud of that one) and didn't talk to me all day. When she did, I got the "I'm disappointed" speech and it was never mentioned by her again. Somehow she married me - Then, a few years later, we got divorced....
I still don't know what happened that night and it was a long time ago and I've managed to piece together other shameless behavior which I won't elaborate upon....
*** That's allegedly, y'honour.
Two incidents involving the same, er, University lecturer...
I was on the committee to organise a University ball which went well - I think. For reasons that I forget, I was depressed and not with it and decided to get utterly hammered which I duly did. However, the next day, the flashbacks kicked in (as they do) and I remembered a few things:
- Making a pass at my (then) friend Julie. Several times. In front of her boyfriend. A violent, possessive, jealous, fridge sized, angry boyfriend. A boyfriend who had (allegedly) hospitalised someone for doing exactly the same thing. A boyfriend who hated me even before this.
- Making a pass at my University lecturer Debbie who was stunning*
- Making a couple of phone calls to someone telling her that I loved her
- Trying to talk to my housemate through the door while she was in the middle of one of her loud, animal sex sessions with her weird hippy boyfriend
- A couple of days later, I wrote a letter of formal apology to that lecturer (as I figured I was due to be hoofed off my course for such conduct). She replied saying to not worry about it.
- I tried calling my friend Julie the next day only to be cut off by her boyfriend who then threatened me with pain, violence and death.
My friends used to remind me of this on a regular basis which was nice (!) for years afterwards...
** http://bocking.tripod.com/pyjama.html - Google it for more....
Another time - at a friend's wedding, I proceeded to get hammered, ignore the (then) girlfriend, flirt with my friend Matt's girlfriend (Matt who had to then spend the evening with my partner to keep her company while I was being a tool - Matt's a good friend), make yet another pass at Julie and make a complete arse of myself - I regained consciousness the next morning having thrown up all over the hotel bed, floor and new suit. My girlfriend (who didn't drive - thankfully otherwise I'm pretty sure she'd have taken off if she did) was, understandably, pissed as hell at me, and made me drive us home while I was still clearly hammered*** (I'm not proud of that one) and didn't talk to me all day. When she did, I got the "I'm disappointed" speech and it was never mentioned by her again. Somehow she married me - Then, a few years later, we got divorced....
I still don't know what happened that night and it was a long time ago and I've managed to piece together other shameless behavior which I won't elaborate upon....
*** That's allegedly, y'honour.
Edited by james_tigerwoods on Monday 16th November 09:07
james_tigerwoods said:
*I tried calling my friend Julie the next day only to be cut off by her boyfriend who then threatened me with pain, violence and death.
Sounds like you almost needed an Ambiwlans! Edited by james_tigerwoods on Monday 16th November 09:07
Edited by BlueSmoke on Tuesday 17th November 11:23
Not the weekends just gone but the one before, i was working (DJ'ing).
Club manager comes over with a bottle of Jagermeister.
I was tipsy before this but me, my mate & club managet proceed to devour the whole bottle in abuot 10 mins.
This then hits me, i walk out DJ box fall on my ass and cant get up.
Get up, finish work, get in taxi, go home.
Staying at the GF's that night, she categorically said before i went out don't get too drunk, so i get absolutely stfaced, naturally.
I try to sober up by drinking 4 pints of water when i got in.
I then get the hicups, get into bed, she is convinced im going to be sick so banishes me to the bathroom where i promptly throw up in the toilet thankfully.
Go back to bed, apparently i've gotten up, pissed in the corner of her room & over all my clothes i'd been out in.
She turned the light on to see me doing it, shouts at me, i blame it on the dog and then get back into bed again.
I was woken up after about 3 hours sleep to clean it up.
I felt terrible, she then made me take her out for lunch & shopping to make up for it.
I think its probably the worst hangover i've ever had!
Club manager comes over with a bottle of Jagermeister.
I was tipsy before this but me, my mate & club managet proceed to devour the whole bottle in abuot 10 mins.
This then hits me, i walk out DJ box fall on my ass and cant get up.
Get up, finish work, get in taxi, go home.
Staying at the GF's that night, she categorically said before i went out don't get too drunk, so i get absolutely s
tfaced, naturally.I try to sober up by drinking 4 pints of water when i got in.
I then get the hicups, get into bed, she is convinced im going to be sick so banishes me to the bathroom where i promptly throw up in the toilet thankfully.
Go back to bed, apparently i've gotten up, pissed in the corner of her room & over all my clothes i'd been out in.
She turned the light on to see me doing it, shouts at me, i blame it on the dog and then get back into bed again.
I was woken up after about 3 hours sleep to clean it up.
I felt terrible, she then made me take her out for lunch & shopping to make up for it.
I think its probably the worst hangover i've ever had!
Off my face xmas 2007 got in after a 24hr + drinking session went to pass out in the bedroom, woke up a few minutes later needing a leak, took the wrong door and walked up the hallway then pissed up the front door whilst singing my own version of Rhianna, much to the mrs friends amusement, "under my ella, ella, ella"... "eh eh eh eh" "fk off with your st music" "eh eh eh". No idea where it came from but must've been subliminal as i was actually pissing on the coat rack with the umbrellas in. The other 1/2 wasn't amused...
I've only sleep walked once in my life and again several years back, after a heavy friday/saturday got out of bed, butt naked, about 3 am on sunday morning, put on a hat (?), went out the front door (middle of january)walked 100 yards up the road and curled up on an office block doorstep and crashed back out.
The mrs woke me up 2 hours later - i was fking frozen...
k off with your st music" "eh eh eh". No idea where it came from but must've been subliminal as i was actually pissing on the coat rack with the umbrellas in. The other 1/2 wasn't amused...I've only sleep walked once in my life and again several years back, after a heavy friday/saturday got out of bed, butt naked, about 3 am on sunday morning, put on a hat (?), went out the front door (middle of january)walked 100 yards up the road and curled up on an office block doorstep and crashed back out.
The mrs woke me up 2 hours later - i was f
king frozen...
On the way back from a free beer do I was annoyed at yet another load of road works opposite my house. I started throwing roadsigns into the hole and shouting a lot. Then this man dressed in black started shouting at me. I said "who are you? " "The polic"e he said "and stop throwing things" "Prove it" I said "sing walking on the moon" "Where do you fking live," he said "There" I said pointing at the house. Then I woke up on the dining room floor with my keys pushed through the letter box. I only know this is true because a neighbour told me he helped the policeman carry me into the house.
king live," he said "There" I said pointing at the house. Then I woke up on the dining room floor with my keys pushed through the letter box. I only know this is true because a neighbour told me he helped the policeman carry me into the house.Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff