• Your worst night out.
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Okay, I'm starting a thread of unfortunate stories of your worst nights out - when you have been completely wiped out on alcohol or any other sort of drug. I'll start: So me and buddies decided to attend this girl's 18th birthday party. She had rented out a pub's function room along with a DJ for the night. All was well and good; we got a pre-drink drink session going and got completely fucked before we showed up at the place - me being the worst as I hadn't eaten all day. Some good tunes started busting out of the speakers and we went mad dancing on the dancefloor. Me being completely f**ked I made a show of myself doing the gangnam dance mixed with the dirty dancing dance. I tried to pick a girl up who was easily a 2/10 fat slut - my efforts were in vain and ended up lifting her for about 3 seconds before losing control and letting her slam into a table where the birthday girl's parents were enjoying pints. The table flipped and about 6 drinks went flying across the dance floor, smashing everywhere and covering at least 20 people in booze. The fat chick lay helpless on the ground like a beached whale in a skirt 5 sizes too small. This would've been alright if the wench was wearing underwear. That's right, a mob of lads were standing laughing and throwing insults at the fatslut slumped on the ground half naked drenched in cheap cider. Story gets worse. After party - nowhere to go - birthday girl suggests her friends house who agrees to let us party there. Me, and my friends having 0 idea who the kind sir was that offered up their home. 10 minute walk from the s**thole pub we were add, rough part of town. Birthday girl knocks the door - solid 6ft3 black tank covered in religious tatoos opens door smoking a joint and invites us all in. First thing I notice is the pungent smell of cannabis in the house. Walk into living room and see two shrimpy, scrawny druggies sniffing drugs off a coffee table, see a girl with one of her boobies in some guys hand sitting down getting fingered. Look to my friend, most scared I've ever been, take amnesia dark descent and multiply it by about 917 and you've got how shit scared I was. Look to my friend and ask what the f**k were we doing here - he shakes his head and looks scared as f**k. I start to explore the sweat cupboard of a house and walk upstairs completely out of my mind and see a girl walk past me, or at least, I thought it was a girl, he/she spoke in the gruffest, manliest voice I've ever heard from another human being and squeezed my ass saying "Don't worry I won't bite... Unless you want me to?" - immediately said I need to take a p**s and speed walked down stairs to get my friend and leave. My face when I see my friend sniffing a line of dodgy white dust off the the coffee table with some random girl with sunken eyes cheering him on. Try to leave. Door be locked. Friend offers me a line. Being destroyed on alcohol I accept and try it. No effect. Suspect it was just detergent - no memory after this moment - wake up with a naked transvestite that I saw on the stair case lying beside me smoking a cigarette with a grin. Notice I'm completely naked as well. Look around the room at about 7AM for clothes to escape. Can only see my shoes and my shirt. Get dressed in what I can. Find out the massive tank black guy wit tattoos is wearing all of my clothes and too afraid to ask him for mine back I steal the tranny's skirt and ring for a taxi back to my apartment. Bros, literally the worst night of my life, ever.
OP what have you done?
i had alcohol once my dad bought sake and i decided to try some and apparently i had more than i thought i did because i spent the next 20 minutes laughing my ass off and then started crying and fell asleep
During my friends birthday party a bunch of us decided to take a walk around the neighborhood at night. With us was another friends 12 year old little sister, and for some reason she starts hitting on me big time which was the worst because I'm a 17 year old gay being hit on by a 12 year old hispanic girl.
The avatar is quite fitting.
i went out once it was terrible
Got any pictures of you in the dress?
[QUOTE=Suttles;38402348]Got any pictures of you in the dress?[/QUOTE] pfft thankfully not - I escaped before anyone had time to take a pic. Balls were froze though, I had lost my underwear and was standing outside waiting for a taxi. It was a massacre for my sperm.
Friend's 18th, went to her house, drank loads of vodka, hit on her sister, got rejected, threw up, fell asleep in tent, throw up some more, parents called, went home, threw up all next day. Literally all I remember. It was fucking mental.
[QUOTE=Lancer;38402074]Okay, I'm starting a thread of unfortunate stories of your worst nights out - when you have been completely wiped out on alcohol or any other sort of drug. I'll start: So me and buddies decided to attend this girl's 18th birthday party. She had rented out a pub's function room along with a DJ for the night. All was well and good; we got a pre-drink drink session going and got completely fucked before we showed up at the place - me being the worst as I hadn't eaten all day. Some good tunes started busting out of the speakers and we went mad dancing on the dancefloor. Me being completely f**ked I made a show of myself doing the gangnam dance mixed with the dirty dancing dance. I tried to pick a girl up who was easily a 2/10 fat slut - my efforts were in vain and ended up lifting her for about 3 seconds before losing control and letting her slam into a table where the birthday girl's parents were enjoying pints. The table flipped and about 6 drinks went flying across the dance floor, smashing everywhere and covering at least 20 people in booze. The fat chick lay helpless on the ground like a beached whale in a skirt 5 sizes too small. This would've been alright if the wench was wearing underwear. That's right, a mob of lads were standing laughing and throwing insults at the fatslut slumped on the ground half naked drenched in cheap cider. Story gets worse. After party - nowhere to go - birthday girl suggests her friends house who agrees to let us party there. Me, and my friends having 0 idea who the kind sir was that offered up their home. 10 minute walk from the s**thole pub we were add, rough part of town. Birthday girl knocks the door - solid 6ft3 black tank covered in religious tatoos opens door smoking a joint and invites us all in. First thing I notice is the pungent smell of cannabis in the house. Walk into living room and see two shrimpy, scrawny druggies sniffing drugs off a coffee table, see a girl with one of her boobies in some guys hand sitting down getting fingered. Look to my friend, most scared I've ever been, take amnesia dark descent and multiply it by about 917 and you've got how shit scared I was. Look to my friend and ask what the f**k were we doing here - he shakes his head and looks scared as f**k. I start to explore the sweat cupboard of a house and walk upstairs completely out of my mind and see a girl walk past me, or at least, I thought it was a girl, he/she spoke in the gruffest, manliest voice I've ever heard from another human being and squeezed my ass saying "Don't worry I won't bite... Unless you want me to?" - immediately said I need to take a p**s and speed walked down stairs to get my friend and leave. My face when I see my friend sniffing a line of dodgy white dust off the the coffee table with some random girl with sunken eyes cheering him on. Try to leave. Door be locked. Friend offers me a line. Being destroyed on alcohol I accept and try it. No effect. Suspect it was just detergent - no memory after this moment - wake up with a naked transvestite that I saw on the stair case lying beside me smoking a cigarette with a grin. Notice I'm completely naked as well. Look around the room at about 7AM for clothes to escape. Can only see my shoes and my shirt. Get dressed in what I can. Find out the massive tank black guy wit tattoos is wearing all of my clothes and too afraid to ask him for mine back I steal the tranny's skirt and ring for a taxi back to my apartment. Bros, literally the worst night of my life, ever.[/QUOTE] next you find out your friend is missing, and you go around town looking for him. You go back to the pub, and the owners mad at you, so you run away. Further down the story you find the fat chick, whos really into you and wants your dick. Since you say no, she knocks you out cold and rapes you. You wake up 3 hours later in a backyard and go home, find out your mom is angry at you. Why? Because that tranny is in the room, angry and saying you didnt pay her before you left. You still havent found your friend. And theres only 3 hours left before the wedding. You sit on a bench in the local park and try to recollect your memories from last night. Suddenly, you run back to the tank, and find your friend lying on a bed in a room next to where you woke up in the morning. You get him out of there, peddaling high speed to your wedding. While on the road, a car comes and delivers you a suit, which you wear while still pedalling. You make it to the wedding and find the birthday girl there. She has a camera, and says theres photos of last night in there. You look. Credits roll. Hangover 3
What is this. Can't people have normal lifes ?
You know, you can swear on this forum. I think getting caught swearing online is the least of your worries.
i dont have any friends and no one ever invites me to parties, so no "worst nights out." if i did have a worst night out to share, it'd be posted in fast threads.
During my senior year of High-School about a year ago, my friends and I drove somewhere in my friend's 1968 Dodge Dart. Around 2:00 during the middle of a thunderstorm we arrived at the outer limits of our town. Suddenly my friend turns around and says "Hey guys, I think we have a problem" and holds up the now detached gas peddle. We quickly pulled over, pushed the car about a quarter of a mile at a clearing, and walked a few miles to my friend's house in the rain.
It's more fun if you just read the endings. [QUOTE=Lancer;38402074]Get dressed in what I can. Find out the massive tank black guy wit tattoos is wearing all of my clothes and too afraid to ask him for mine back I steal the tranny's skirt and ring for a taxi back to my apartment.[/QUOTE]
I had some really shitty experience when being totally wasted. The worst ones were when someone put some knockout drops into my drink and once when I was on drugs. Nothing really happened though, but the feeling of not knowing what happened and that I actually talked to some people without knowing it is much scarier than anything.
My friends dragged me to a shitty party a few years ago at our rich friends house. Everyone there were complete strangers. After a few hours of doing fuck all i decided to go out to the pool and maybe just sit out or get my feet wet. Apperently this one guy had drank two entire bottles of wine and couldn't even stand up straight, and as I was walking he grabbed me, threw me into the shallow end of the pool, and my head slammed into the bottom giving me a concussion. Also I almost drowned. Woke up in the hospital.
[QUOTE=GameDev;38402316]i went out once it was terrible[/QUOTE] Yep this guy gets it! I mean....there are fucking people out there.....PEOPLE!! :suicide:
I don't think that was coke, seriously I wouldn't sniff white stuff if you aren't sure it's not coke
I went out with some friends and we were fucking around trying to get into a gated community that another friend lived in, so we decided to climb over the fence surrounding the neighborhood. Little did we know there were cameras monitoring the perimeter, so luckily when I fell from atop the ~9 foot fence, landing on my head on the concrete pavement below, a security guard as already en route with the police and an ambulance on the way. We had to do like 100 hours community service for trespassing after I got out of the hospital with a concussion. [editline]11th November 2012[/editline] The only reason we didn't just go through the front gate that the guard was at is because it was past our curfew and we didn't want to get into trouble.
First time I tried Vodka ended in an ambulance ride home and two days worth of throwing up. Drinking the whole bottle wasn't such a good idea.
Freshman year of university, went from zero to shitcanned in an hour at a Halloween party just off campus. House was in the middle of the woods, decided to leave through nonexistent back door, past some naked guy, wandered the forest for an indeterminate amount of time until I ran into a barbed wire fence, ouch, followed it to the nearest road, fell in the roadside ditch, passed out, woke up and cried for no reason, wandered into the dorm. Woke up the next morning and my friend Phil says, "Last night when Peter and I got home you leaped out of bed in your underpants, whipped out your dick and peed all over that coat." [editline]11th November 2012[/editline] Oh yeah and there was that night I woke up on the floor wearing nothing on the bottom half of my body, three feet away from my bed with a 711 taquito wrapper resting on my mouth. [editline]11th November 2012[/editline] Oh yeah and the time I went to a music festival in the woods and the trail lights went out while I was on mushrooms and had diarrhea.
Some good stories here. This is another one of mine, not my worst night but definitely up there. It was coming up to the end of summer exams (A-levels), so me and my mates all agreed during the week that we'd all wait for eachother to finish our tests and on the last day pack together and get absolutely shitmunched. One for all and all for one, brotherly love. I was finished my exams pretty early and had to wait a solid week before I could sip the golden nectar. so you can imagine I was pretty fucking psyched for getting wasted. Saturday came, the final day, the last test was over - the finale was upon us. Wolf pack grouped in town, at least 7 of us. Yeah definitely 7. Heard of about 3 or 4 houseparties of people we knew and one we didn't know - all celebrating like we were, the very last day anyone had exams. We didn't know whether to get steamin in town or hit one of these parties so we had a vote and the winning debate was beautiful from one of the lads "boys, i am literally full of rage and anger from these exams and i want to fuck someones house up - i cant wreck a club cause we'll get kicked out" - this lad is the nutter of the group. So we started to discuss who was the most bent host having a houseparty that wouldn't be able to stop the wrath of the 7 musketeers. We decided to take a shot in the dark and go for the one we didn't know because we were all too friendly with the other hosts and wouldn't wanna ruin relationships. We went to the armory and stocked up on the finest vodka and wine. Got a taxi bus over to this house - keep in mind we only knew the address because we were friendly enough with a lad that was going who stupidly gave us the address of the house. All we knew was the hosts name was Dominic. Arrived at the house - fucking mental - house was huge and there were already about 20 people standing outside so we were ready for an amazing party. And my mates famous last works who wanted to wreck the house who had gotten tipsy on the taxi journey "Man look at all these people.. when i fuck shit up i'll be able to blend into the crowd like assassins fuckin creed." prepped and ready me and all the lads stormed the house and gave ourselves an hour to get wiped. That we did. An hour past and my nutter friend came up to me (most fucked ive ever seen him) with an expensive looking clock i think he found on the mantelpiece above the fire and said "look what fuckin time it is.. it's party time" and just completely smashed the clock off the wall, pieces of it went flying. He then continued to scream on the top of his lungs and try take others peoples drink out of their hands and drink it himself. Went into the kitchen, i howled for the wolfpack and we followed uncontrollably laughing at him - the stupid fuck open the fridge and start dragging food out onto the ground and start eating a full head of cabbage like it was an apple, took about 2 bites before throwing it at some girls face as hard as he could, hit her right between the eyes. suspicion was aroused and we were in fits of laughter at how much a sham he was. the music stopped and we heard a roar from the living room for everyone to come in - dom, the host, we assumed, was there cradling a twisted car wreck of a clock and started shouting for who broke it. my stupid madman of a friend started laughing and took out his phone and put on the shittiest rave music i have ever heard and started raving in the middle of everyone on his own - all attention now on him - people pity laughing him as he fell around the place and then the sentence came that we were dreading all night from the host "who the fuck are you cunts? get the fuck out of my house now!" and the quickest reply ive ever seen from the nutter "make me bender" - the host grabbed him, squeezing through a small crowd of people to get to him as he still raved and punched him square in the face, put him on his arse, it was then the pack realised that dom lifts and was a force to be reckoned with - then we noticed he had about 3 friends backing him who were easily about 23 years old and another lad who was about 14 years old smoking a cigarette with a quarter bottle of vodka drinking it raw shouting all sorts of abuse at us. We couldnt leave a man behind. one of the other lads who was really protective when it came to a brother getting hit had gone into the kitchen really quick while this was happening and got whatever squeezy bottle of sauce he could find like ketchup and mayonnaise and fucking mustard, started handing them out to the lads and the massacre began. "aim for the head" - nutter still flat on his arse with music playing on his phone. we were ruthless - we started squirting dom in the face as we ran around him to the door - his mates did absolutely nothing - somehow the nutter was at the door before we were and dom looked like he had been involved in some fucked up bukkake porn were the mans dick was a ketchup bottle. walked a good mile thinking we were being followed before we rang a taxi. we were at that party for literally about 2 hours and ended up going to a club anyway. messiest night ever, so so funny. i was laughing from i got in til i left, my eyes were full of tears of joy. best start of the summer a lad could wish for. saw dom on a night out about 3 weeks after that but he never recognised us, probably had too much mayo in his eyes to be able to. All my other night out stories are pretty shit compared to this one and the first one i told..
One day ago I went to some party full of stoners and bros, it was pretty awful. I felt like there was some social class barrier between me and most of the people there. I don't do drugs and the place reeked of weed and many other things, which I really don't like the smell of. I was thinking of getting a few drinks to lighten the mood for myself but it turns out they used up all the drinks at the beer pong table as I got there. So I pretty much just stood there talking to some random people the whole time, the group that took me and and some other people there ditched us and luckily some girl I met drove me back and we ate at McDonald's afterwards. Also, they had no running water at the house so I had to hold in my piss the whole time since there were people in the backyard and no way in hell I'd piss in a front yard. If they had some alcohol left over maybe things would have been a slight bit better, but I really hated being in that place, it was too ghetto for me. I'm too used to fancy parties where people drink in moderation and just have good discussions about stuff. I had to do way too much small talk for my liking at this party because no one wanted to have some discussion about something, and it really blew because of that.
[QUOTE=Guy Mannly;38402173]i had alcohol once my dad bought sake and i decided to try some and apparently i had more than i thought i did because i spent the next 20 minutes laughing my ass off and then started crying and fell asleep[/QUOTE] uh...
Got so shitfaced at a concert that I couldn't see straight, nor walk straight nor hear straight, nor anything straight. I was a fucking mess. So basically, I was on the road to go to a festival, and we decided to have snacks and wine for the trip (excluding the driver, of course). It was a 4 hour trip and the 3 of us had already emptied 2 1,5L barrels of wine. It was ok though because we were eating. So, I arrived there, feeling a little drunkish, put out my tent, set up camp near my friends who were already there and there comes a friend of mine: "Hey dude! I brought a bottle of moscatel wine, let's go for snacks and destroy the shit out of the bottle" - And peer pressure and everything, there I went. Bottle emptied in a second. As I was about to prepare to go to the precinct a friend of mine holding a keg of home-made wine shows up and "Hey man, didn't see you in a while, look, I have here a home made brew, come on try it, it's pretty good" - and it was. And damn, that keg of wine (of course I didn't drink it whole, but I had plenty) was my damnation for the night. So as I was drunk shitless, I had no idea where my shirt had gone, I was walking around camp at night yelling some weird shit while shirtless. Someone had paint shit on my chest and an inverted cross on my forehead but a friend of mine managed to find me and give me my shirt back. Then, the next thing I remember was me going to the ticked stand to by some tickets. I almost had to get dragged there. The funny thing was, the ticket was this green bracelet which they had to put in my arm. The difficult part was to actually make me still enough to be able to put it, so I remember 2 guys holding me in order to be able to attach it to my wrist. I got in, and I remember I was going to see a band called Voivod from Canada. They were actually playing but I couldn't distinguish shit. The only thing that got me inside the show was my friend's red drawing on the back of her shirt. It was my guiding light through the evening. So, I was starting to feel like shit, like I was breathing manually, I couldn't feel and had trouble standing. I felt everything numb really and the only thing I could see was my hands that were dirty as shit. (I have no idea why). The whole torment ended when suddenly I tapped my friend's arm, she looked at me and I puked all over the floor and almost dived in with my face on the puddle of puke hadn't my friend held me. Well, then I remembered being dragged by 2 girls near the entrance while I was puking my guts out along the way. And as I reached the entrance I was feeling ok. They gave me water with a bit of sugar and I was feeling alright. Worst sensation ever I tell you, It was the last time I drank so much and so irresponsibly. Was a heck of a night though. The semi-drunkenness made me just remember some flashbacks. I remember I was dancing to some punk band and then someone would bumb against me and there I went on the floor. Good old days!
I was 18 and had just been dumped by my gf and went to a beach party on the North Norfolk coast where I lived. I was feeling really shitty and my friend offered his bottle of Teachers Irish Whiskey to me and told me to have as much as I liked so I ended up downing about 90% of the 1 litre bottle. Anyway I didn't remember much after that for a while but apparently I claimed to be Jesus (I had the nickname Jesus to a lesser degree before this) and tried to walk on water but fell in the sea and had to be dragged out (evidenced by my salty sea water soaked clothing and broken Creative Zen Vision M 30GB and nearly broken SE W900i in the morning). My memory began to return as I arrived at Cromer train station but I had no reason to be there as I lived at a village 2 miles in the opposite direction. I recall falling down onto the train track and falling asleep on it and then waking up and throwing up over it and all over myself (trains don't run through the night there so was fine) and then pulling myself up and sleeping on a bench for a bit whilst I progressively sobered up. I then glided/hovered all the way home according to my memory. I awoke in the morning to be greeted by myself with a really bad black eye in the mirror and my clothes soaked in sea water and my own regurgitated stomach contents. What a night...
[QUOTE=JustExtreme;38407595]I was 18 and had just been dumped by my gf and went to a beach party on the North Norfolk coast where I lived. I was feeling really shitty and my friend offered his bottle of Teachers Irish Whiskey to me and told me to have as much as I liked so I ended up downing about 90% of the 1 litre bottle. Anyway I didn't remember much after that for a while but apparently I claimed to be Jesus (I had the nickname Jesus to a lesser degree before this but it became more prominent as my story of the night spread) and tried to walk on water but fell in the sea and had to be dragged out (evidenced by my salty sea water soaked clothing and broken Creative Zen Vision M 30GB and nearly broken SE W900i in the morning). My memory began to return as I arrived at Cromer train station but I had no reason to be there as I lived at a village 2 miles in the opposite direction. I recall falling down onto the train track and falling asleep on it and then waking up and throwing up over it and all over myself (trains don't run through the night there so was fine) and then pulling myself up and sleeping on a bench for a bit whilst I progressively sobered up. I then glided/hovered all the way home according to my memory. I awoke in the morning to be greeted by myself with a really bad black eye in the mirror and my clothes soaked in sea water and my own regurgitated stomach contents. What a night...[/QUOTE] Man, the nights were you get so fucked and have to be reminded of what you did are the best and worst for obvious reasons. Reminds me of this guy who a couple years back was on the shore near where all the bars and clubs are drinking with his friends, it was night time and this one guy was off his head and thought it'd be a good idea to walk into the sea because he apparently "wanted to find the finest seaweed" his exact words. Absolute mess nearly drowned and 3 of his friends had to go in after him - the fella claims he has no memory of it. Best part is he actually managed to fill one of his pockets with seaweed and lost his wallet and phone in the process.
[QUOTE=wanksta11;38404897]I don't think that was coke, seriously I wouldn't sniff white stuff if you aren't sure it's not coke[/QUOTE] I went to a home-alone party on friday, after a while there really wasn't much happening, so I made my way to the host's bedroom (there'd been a bunch of us there already, and me and the host were best buds when we were younger since we were neighbours back then), and found some soft-plastic pill-like things in a bowl. I pop one of them open, and find some white powder inside. My first response was "what the fuck??". I decided that "sniff = good, taste = bad" for whatever reason. It didn't smell of anything, really, so I just put it back together and went and laid down on his couch (still in his bedroom) After a bit (about 1 minute maybe), another friend of mine comes in. He goes over to the same bowl, and has about the same reaction as me. "What the fuck is this?," as I don't know what it is (and since it's been a while since I've really been friends with the host, so I don't know what he's really up to), I say "I think it's some drugs or something". My friend just puts it down again, and lays on the host's bed. Then the host came in and told us it was "training supplements". I was actually worried that he'd gotten himself into some illegal durgs. :v: Overall the party was kinda boring, except from a bunch of us "faceraping" (he was in on it too) a friend and another friend getting a blowjob from his girlfriend in the bathroom (why did we find this funny/interesting?), but nothing got broken, except my friend's heart (the one that also found the pills) :(
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