• Your worst night out.
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Ok this story is pretty fucking nuts but bear with me. I'm in spain on vacation in an undisclosed location. Anyway im pretty psyched to go out for a drink since i heard there are some decent clubs and bars in this city. Me and my friend have no idea where any of them are though so we decide to just chat up some locals to get some info. After a week of sight seeing my body is ready. Around 6pm me and my mate head out towards the closest bar. We get there and it's a pretty shitty bar but we don't care. Order 2 beers and just chill for a while. We end up staying there for about 1 hour. The bartender tells us that there are some clubs and bars about 10 minutes from there. We down a couple of shots for the road and we're off. At this point i'm already a bit tipsy. So it turns out the hotspot is on top of this huge ass hill that we have to hike up. Get there sweaty as shit and out of breath. Walk to the nearest club that seems chill. Get there and the AC is on, so we decide to stay there the whole night since it was hot as balls outside. Order more beer and more shots. Around 11pm my friend gets tired and decides to head home. But i'm not ready to call it a night. After he leaves i hang out at the bar for a while. Suddenly this smoking hot spanish beauty sits down next to me. She seems to be alone so my drunken self decides to hit on her. Ohshit.jpg It's actually working, shes into me. We start talking about me being from Sweden and i tell her that our people can handle their alcohol. She says "but aren't you already drunk?". So i decide to prove my mettle to this stranger. I turn to the bartender and say " Quatro shopitos muy fuerte". Get my shots and down them one after the other no hesitation. The bartender looks at me like i just ate human flesh or something. Turns out those shots were straight absinthe. Pretty fucked up now around 1am. Girl leaves to do something and I order a ton of more shots of all shapes and sizes, but mostly more absinthe. Suddenly people are looking at me going "holy shit this guy really can drink". The bartender starts calling me "el spongo" I think it means "the sponge". At this point i can't even think straight but I know it's time to stop drinking. So I head out to find some adventure on the streets. Get out light a ciggarette. Lots of people are there it's awesome. Walk about 15 steps when i realize, I really need to take a shit. And I need to take it now. Now i'm panicking because i don't want to shit myself. I dive into the nearest alley and just pull my pants down and shit. No joke it just flew out at mach 10 and spattered all over the street and the wall behind me. I'm in a euphoric state where all my needs have been satisfied. I carefully sidestep the mess i've created. Suddenly i can hear shrieks of laughter. I turn around and i see like 5 spanish kids around my age laughing their asses off and pointing at me. I quickly pull my pants up and start running. After that I have no recollection. I woke up the next day around noon on the beach without a shirt on. I'm like what the fuck. Check to see if i have everything, I do. Look into my wallet and all my money is gone. But i do find a bag of weed though. Must have been around 4-5 grams. Suddenly i realize im covered in shit. Jump into the ocean to clean myself, clothes on and everything. When i get back to the hotel i fall asleep instantly. That is definately the craziest night i've had, maybe i'll share some lesser ones later.
[QUOTE=RentAhobO;38407749]Ok this story is pretty fucking nuts but bear with me. I'm in spain on vacation in an undisclosed location. Anyway im pretty psyched to go out for a drink since i heard there are some decent clubs and bars in this city. Me and my friend have no idea where any of them are though so we decide to just chat up some locals to get some info. After a week of sight seeing my body is ready. Around 6pm me and my mate head out towards the closest bar. We get there and it's a pretty shitty bar but we don't care. Order 2 beers and just chill for a while. We end up staying there for about 1 hour. The bartender tells us that there are some clubs and bars about 10 minutes from there. We down a couple of shots for the road and we're off. At this point i'm already a bit tipsy. So it turns out the hotspot is on top of this huge ass hill that we have to hike up. Get there sweaty as shit and out of breath. Walk to the nearest club that seems chill. Get there and the AC is on, so we decide to stay there the whole night since it was hot as balls outside. Order more beer and more shots. Around 11pm my friend gets tired and decides to head home. But i'm not ready to call it a night. After he leaves i hang out at the bar for a while. Suddenly this smoking hot spanish beauty sits down next to me. She seems to be alone so my drunken self decides to hit on her. Ohshit.jpg It's actually working, shes into me. We start talking about me being from Sweden and i tell her that our people can handle their alcohol. She says "but aren't you already drunk?". So i decide to prove my mettle to this stranger. I turn to the bartender and say " Quatro shopitos muy fuerte". Get my shots and down them one after the other no hesitation. The bartender looks at me like i just ate human flesh or something. Turns out those shots were straight absinthe. Pretty fucked up now around 1am. Girl leaves to do something and I order a ton of more shots of all shapes and sizes, but mostly more absinthe. Suddenly people are looking at me going "holy shit this guy really can drink". The bartender starts calling me "el spongo" I think it means "the sponge". At this point i can't even think straight but I know it's time to stop drinking. So I head out to find some adventure on the streets. Get out light a ciggarette. Lots of people are there it's awesome. Walk about 15 steps when i realize, I really need to take a shit. And I need to take it now. Now i'm panicking because i don't want to shit myself. I dive into the nearest alley and just pull my pants down and shit. No joke it just flew out at mach 10 and spattered all over the street and the wall behind me. I'm in a euphoric state where all my needs have been satisfied. I carefully sidestep the mess i've created. Suddenly i can hear shrieks of laughter. I turn around and i see like 5 spanish kids around my age laughing their asses off. I quickly pull my pants up and start running. After that i have no recollection. I woke up the next day around noon on the beach without a shirt on. I'm like what the fuck. Check to see if i have everything, I do. Look into my wallet and all my money is gone. But i do find a bag of weed though. Must have been around 4-5 grams. Suddenly i realize im covered in shit. Jump into the ocean to clean myself, clothes on and everything. When i get back to the hotel i fall asleep instantly. That is definately the craziest night i've had, maybe i'll share some lesser ones later.[/QUOTE] That is some top quality shit. I laughed hard at that. Thank you
[QUOTE=Lancer;38407630]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] You see, that's why I don't do drugs or get drunk, I like being in complete control of myself, the thought of not remembering what happened to you for a few good hours is scary as fuck. It's like when you black out and have no idea what the fuck happened, it's scary as shit to me.
Not all drugs make you lose complete control of yourself or make you lose your memory of events, some can even aid with introspection ;)
I don't really do much introspection though, but I don't do drugs since to me it's too risky for jobs. I'd rather not risk stuff like that, which is why I'm only ok with drinking in moderation. Some people may think of that as boring, but whatever, I have pretty good self control so it works for me.
[img]https://fbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/312871_2252734970672_1991573835_n.jpg[/img] [img]https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/295744_2419662369956_1028990490_n.jpg[/img] 'Nuff said
[QUOTE=VagueWisdom;38407879]I don't really do much introspection though, but I don't do drugs since to me it's too risky for jobs. I'd rather not risk stuff like that, which is why I'm only ok with drinking in moderation. Some people may think of that as boring, but whatever, I have pretty good self control so it works for me.[/QUOTE] Is it routine in your country to drug test employees? It's funny how the law/general policy makes most people stay away from anything apart from alcohol when alcohol is hardly the safest substance to be taking. I guess it is regulated and the companies that make/sell it are accountable for their actions though to a degree compared with a black market... Here in the UK drug testing seems to be pretty rare but if a prospective employer did ask for my piss in a jar so that they could give it to a private company for analysis I would promptly withdraw my application and inform them that they are proposing to pay me for my skills and labour and not to own me or control what I do in my free time outside of work. I don't even use drugs or drink all that frequently either but I would consider that kind of thing an insult and a breach of my personal privacy. If I was under-performing at work I would expect to get fired/cautioned for that alone, not because a piss test found drugs that *might* be affecting my performance that are likely safer than legally allowed alcoholic beverages.
i got really fucked at a party in the middle of nowhere, fell asleep in a bush after throwing up in the same bush. None of my friends could find me or get through to my phone so they presumed i was busy with a girl or something. I wake up in the morning with puke all down myself, no money, turns out i've lost my phone. I then proceeded to walk 25 miles home in shitty shoes, hungover and really fucking hungry and thirsty. That was probably one of the worst days of my life so far, good party though
[QUOTE=JustExtreme;38407932]Is it routine in your country to drug test employees? It's funny how the law/general policy makes most people stay away from anything apart from alcohol when alcohol is hardly the safest substance to be taking. I guess it is regulated and the companies that make/sell it are accountable for their actions though to a degree compared with a black market... Here in the UK drug testing seems to be pretty rare but if a prospective employer did ask for my piss in a jar so that they could give it to a private company for analysis I would promptly withdraw my application and inform them that they are proposing to pay me for my skills and labour and not to own me or control what I do in my free time outside of work. I don't even use drugs or drink all that frequently either but I would consider that kind of thing an insult and a breach of my personal privacy. If I was under-performing at work I would expect to get fired/cautioned for that alone, not because a piss test found drugs that *might* be affecting my performance that are likely safer than legally allowed alcoholic beverages.[/QUOTE] Yes it is routine, but I wasn't really interested in drugs to begin with really, tried out weed a long time ago and didn't really like it. And I still hate the smell of it, it just wasn't for me. For some strange reason though I don't really mind cigarettes and I actually like the smell of them. I probably get that from my dad though, he drank and smoked cigarettes in hardcore moderation as well.
Definitely not my worst but last night was pretty bad... Got woken up by a tramp in Brixton despite starting the night in Shoreditch about 7 miles away, no idea how I got there. I'm actually quite impressed I still have my phone, wallet and internal organs.
It's pretty annoying how the best nights have the worst consequences / aftermaths.
The best part of any party in my opinion is the morning after when everyone is sitting in the living room completely dying and talking about the events of the night past.
Was out in the middle of town at 4 in the morning drunkenly looking for a taxi, got started on, they fucked off, came back, threatened my friend with a knife then punched him in the eye. good tymes On another note, one night a black guy kept following me around and went to the toilet the same time I did. Heard later through a friend he was gay.
[QUOTE=Maruhai;38402504]What is this. Can't people have normal lifes ?[/QUOTE] That's what's so beautifull about life it's not normal.
I woke up on the floor in the store room of a pub covered in vomit, my phone missing, and cocks drawn all over my face Wish I had a story as exciting as yours, OP
My friend and I were at a rave (coincidentally the same guy from my last story). He was dancing when suddenly some guy came up behind him and said, "Are you gay too?". About a half-an-hour later the guy shouted, "WE'RE ALL STRAIGHT NOW", which doesn't make sense at all. I think I spent the entire time trying to dance with some 6/10 chick with a wolf-tail or something strange like that
Last summer, my friend got access to a 40 acre plot of land in the sticks, so we started partying there. About every weekend we would make a huge ass fucking bonfire, play beer pong and get shitfaced. My friend, who got perscribed vyvance 70s (A.D.D meds) gave me one, and told me to go wild. I took it, and then didnt realize that it "sobered" me up when i was drunk, so i began drinking more than i usually do. I ended up drinking a fifth of Southern Comfort, and then took 6 shots of vodka. I remember walking around, thats about it. Now according to my friends, One guy shot me in the back of the head point blank with an airsoft gun, and all i did was scratch my head and didnt feel shit, I also tried to fight two big black guys, for no reason other than they were standing in front of the beer coolers. After that, i was walking black out, and cant remember anything, but i woke up in my backseat, with my friend in the driver seat. At mcdonalds In the parking lot. No idea how we got there, but there was vomit on the outside of my car door, so thats a good sign of a good night. [editline]11th November 2012[/editline] One night, coming back from one of the parties, we had hotboxed the car with around 3 grams of dank rolled up, for a solid 30 minutes of passing 3 blunts around. We were driving, when we realized we had gone the past 10 miles with the trunk completely open, so we stopped in the middle of the road (backroads) and closed it. Right after pulling off, we got cop lights in the rear view mirror, and i just thought, oh shit, we just finished hot boxing and literally rolled the windows down before stopping, so it still smelled like straight fucking bud. The cop came up to the window, and asked my friend for his license and registration (he didnt have a license, and was driving my other incapacitated friends car, because he was too shitfaced to do it) So he gives the cop his name and shit, cop goes back to his car, and we sit there drunk and high as fuck just facepalming. It took 10 minutes for the cop to walk back, and all he said was "go on and drive safe, i just stopped yall cause you were looking suspicious stopping in the middle of the road " Almost shit a brick
[QUOTE=roman117;38404501]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] man parties with only strangers are the best ones dont be that guy in the corner waiting for something to happen or to go home
[QUOTE=Septimas;38409233]Last summer, my friend got access to a 40 acre plot of land in the sticks, so we started partying there. About every weekend we would make a huge ass fucking bonfire, play beer pong and get shitfaced. My friend, who got perscribed vyvance 70s (A.D.D meds) gave me one, and told me to go wild. I took it, and then didnt realize that it "sobered" me up when i was drunk, so i began drinking more than i usually do. I ended up drinking a fifth of Southern Comfort, and then took 6 shots of vodka. I remember walking around, thats about it. Now according to my friends, One guy shot me in the back of the head point blank with an airsoft gun, and all i did was scratch my head and didnt feel shit, I also tried to fight two big black guys, for no reason other than they were standing in front of the beer coolers. After that, i was walking black out, and cant remember anything, but i woke up in my backseat, with my friend in the driver seat. At mcdonalds In the parking lot. No idea how we got there, but there was vomit on the outside of my car door, so thats a good sign of a good night. [editline]11th November 2012[/editline] One night, coming back from one of the parties, we had hotboxed the car with around 3 grams of dank rolled up, for a solid 30 minutes of passing 3 blunts around. We were driving, when we realized we had gone the past 10 miles with the trunk completely open, so we stopped in the middle of the road (backroads) and closed it. Right after pulling off, we got cop lights in the rear view mirror, and i just thought, oh shit, we just finished hot boxing and literally rolled the windows down before stopping, so it still smelled like straight fucking bud. The cop came up to the window, and asked my friend for his license and registration (he didnt have a license, and was driving my other incapacitated friends car, because he was too shitfaced to do it) So he gives the cop his name and shit, cop goes back to his car, and we sit there drunk and high as fuck just facepalming. It took 10 minutes for the cop to walk back, and all he said was "go on and drive safe, i just stopped yall cause you were looking suspicious stopping in the middle of the road " Almost shit a brick[/QUOTE] Dat green. Always poop a little when you see a cop while there are illegal substances in or on you. Heard about a guy from the city who was a big time stoner, just halloween past. Man was baked any time you saw him, and he was always around, wore the whole hippie getup and shit. This man smoked about 5 grams solid weekdays and god knows how much on weekends - where he got the money I have no idea. There were rumors of him giving out handjobs for fiver$$ buts that's another story. I wasn't there at the time this happened, I only heard about it. But this dude had a sort of stoner posse that he was rolling out with in the city smoking straight up blunts. This night 2 cops stopped him when he was completely baked, noticed all his friends had left them, apparently they split when they saw 2 cops walking directly at them from about a 1/4 of a mile away but stoner dog alpha couldn't give less fucks if he tried. He didn't say a word, just stopped and started giggling while puffing on a fatty. The cops asked his name and he told them it was Wendell and he was from another planet. He then took out his gear and asked the cops if they'd hold the skin while he rolled another blunt. Best part of the story is the cops didn't arrest him, they thought he was in costume and just having a laugh. They let this gringo smoking puffdaddy go because he had the balls to be himself on halloween. And it's said that /Wendell/ thought the cops were just kids dressed up hence why he didn't split with the rest of his crew. What an absolute hero.
Well, the only "worst" experience was waking up after the party in the party owner's house (he was cool with it thought), I then proceed to in a horrible hangover shamble to the closest busstop. It was winter at that time, and since Oulainen is fucking windy as fuck, it felt like being naked in Siberia. Then I had to wait at the busstop for about 10-15 minutes in the freezing cold wind in the already freezing -30 celcius morning in hangover which just tripled my agony and to this day I have yet to experience such feeling of coldness.
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Lol you Americans with your drinking. Truly hilarious. 16 years old and knocked out by 6 beers.
Worst night had to be being new in a area after moving. Fast forward two months and its Halloween so I'm hanging around a school area with a bunch of friends etc etc. See 2 guys getting jumped by bunch of people in black, then notice my crew just left somewhere. So I'm talking to another group that I'm familiar with, and notice some guy with brass knuckles. I made some friendly small talk and said how I have a similar pair etc and me being the absolute fucking dumbass decided to pullout the knife in my pocket to show him. He looks at it saying its nice okay whatever I'm just being friendly, so he starts to walk off with my knife. I come towards him to see if hes gonna give it back, his boy tells me to fuck off but I come closer and start getting into his face. I completely forget that he had his brass knuckles on and gave me a good hook to the cheek. Wasn't hard enough for me to get knocked out, or fall over. I took the punch and looked right at him. Bled like a bitch tho and swelled but it wasn't bad at all. I would have done something if I had my knife on me or I had someone to back me up because I know for a fact he would've just pussied out and use his shit on me who had nothing. After that I callup my older cousin and all his boys, and we goto the plaza interrogating dudes that we didn't recognized. Ended up slapping some stupid boys of the dude who snuffed me. But after that we never found him but apparently he got arrested. I'm still waiting the day I can see him again.
Hard to say, had quite a few that included a pack of chavs thinking it's a good idea to try and mug drunk skinheads, one that stands out isn't as bad as it is hilarious, ended with one of my friends that's a huge motherfucker(like 2m+, mountain of muscle) chasing like ten chavs down the street swinging one of those fold out store signs at them, never seen chavs run that fast before :v:
[QUOTE=TrulliLulli;38409375]man parties with only strangers are the best ones dont be that guy in the corner waiting for something to happen or to go home[/QUOTE] I guess you're right. I usually prefer being a hermit.
never had one nobody ever invites me to anything
[QUOTE=LorencBag;38413407]Worst night had to be being new in a area after moving. Fast forward two months and its Halloween so I'm hanging around a school area with a bunch of friends etc etc. See 2 guys getting jumped by bunch of people in black, then notice my crew just left somewhere. So I'm talking to another group that I'm familiar with, and notice some guy with brass knuckles. I made some friendly small talk and said how I have a similar pair etc and me being the absolute fucking dumbass decided to pullout the knife in my pocket to show him. He looks at it saying its nice okay whatever I'm just being friendly, so he starts to walk off with my knife. I come towards him to see if hes gonna give it back, his boy tells me to fuck off but I come closer and start getting into his face. I completely forget that he had his brass knuckles on and gave me a good hook to the cheek. Wasn't hard enough for me to get knocked out, or fall over. I took the punch and looked right at him. Bled like a bitch tho and swelled but it wasn't bad at all. I would have done something if I had my knife on me or I had someone to back me up because I know for a fact he would've just pussied out and use his shit on me who had nothing. After that I callup my older cousin and all his boys, and we goto the plaza interrogating dudes that we didn't recognized. Ended up slapping some stupid boys of the dude who snuffed me. But after that we never found him but apparently he got arrested. I'm still waiting the day I can see him again.[/QUOTE] Man this makes you sound like a 10/10 big balla shot colla scumbag.
[QUOTE=Lancer;38414066]Man this makes you sound like a 10/10 big balla shot colla scumbag.[/QUOTE] Hey now, I'm a nice guy.
My last drunken night ended badly. Let's just say; Fat, black lady, and up the bum. Never drank since. Well that was on friday. :'(
[QUOTE=DevilX;38414759]My last drunken night ended badly. Let's just say; Fat, black lady, and up the bum. Never drank since. Well that was on friday. :'([/QUOTE] The people want details. Give us what we want!
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