The worse night i had is where i went to a party with 4 friends. we woke up with traffic cones signs and a trampoline in my room. we don't know what the fuck happened. we do know some guy has lost a trampoline.
[QUOTE=ashrobhoy;38499719]The worse night i had is where i went to a party with 4 friends. we woke up with traffic cones signs and a trampoline in my room. we don't know what the fuck happened. we do know some guy has lost a trampoline.[/QUOTE]
how big was the trampoline??
[QUOTE=Lancer;38501410]how big was the trampoline??[/QUOTE]
Bigger then the door frame and the window so i dont know how we got it in the room
ugh god.
My ex girlfriend invited me to this party that I really didn't wanna go to. it was all her friends and i have honestly no fucking idea why I went. Anyway, pretty much got really drunk watched her be a massive slut with loads of guys (without actually doing anything). anyway i felt alienated and alone the whole night then she tells me to come to bed with her so i say no but she persuades me. Long story short we bang on the most uncomfortable floor ever and i fall asleep with minimal blankets. Wake up next morning with a fat head ache see her next to me, feel incredibly depressed and then walk 5 miles back to my house.
And the moral of the story is that women are evil and will do anything to hurt you after you break up with them.
Worst night , we were out drinking , a lot.Don't remember half of the night but I woke up in my hotel room with a broken finger.Haven't really had bad experiences when I'm out clubbing with friends.
why the fuck can't you people party without getting drunk off your ass, jeez.
[QUOTE=thewhitz;38514029]ugh god.
My ex girlfriend invited me to this party that I really didn't wanna go to. it was all her friends and i have honestly no fucking idea why I went. Anyway, pretty much got really drunk watched her be a massive slut with loads of guys (without actually doing anything). anyway i felt alienated and alone the whole night then she tells me to come to bed with her so i say no but she persuades me. Long story short we bang on the most uncomfortable floor ever and i fall asleep with minimal blankets. Wake up next morning with a fat head ache see her next to me, feel incredibly depressed and then walk 5 miles back to my house.
And the moral of the story is that women are evil and will do anything to hurt you after you break up with them.[/QUOTE]
Actually something like this happened with a girl I was seeing. Don't really know why I was seeing her at all to be honest, she was very boring and at the cost of sounding mildly shallow she wasn't the best looking wench on sale either. Anyways to cut a long story short went to bed completely wasted and she came beside me and gave me a hj. Passed out woke up with her still there felt sick to the pit of my stomach, walked downstairs, stole her friends last cigarette as she slept on the couch and sat outside in the 6AM chill on a garden chair contemplating what I should do while puffing a cig. Not a worst night but if any brother has been in that situation they can empathise how shit you feel.
[QUOTE=MightyMax;38514614]why the fuck can't you people party without getting drunk off your ass, jeez.[/QUOTE]
Because most people aren't a 12 year old going to his friends house for video games and cake. Those were fun times tho
Went out, got shitface drunk.
Found a guy dressed as a ninja turtle, told him to go fight crime and pointed to the tallest guy I could see saying he's a criminal.
that feel when the ninja turtle actually goes over there and gets his ass kicked... :v:
OP's story is one of the funniest stories i've heard in awhile.
I mean my GOD.
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Ahahaha! :v:
Probably my worst time was mid last year. I had made home brew mulled wine but heard that the alcohol boils off, so i added around one and a half bottle of brandy into the mix, i ended up with 3 bottle of delicious mulled wine.
Here's the thing, tasted wonderful, so I drank a bottle really quickly before going to predrink with my floor from uni. At that point it hadn't kicked in yet so i started on the second one, halfway through that and the floor started to move... This was at around 10:15
The time is 10:30. i have finished my second bottle of super strong mulled wine and am unable to make intelligent conversation whilst having to constantly move around to distract myself from the feeling that the 20 story building I'm in is wobbling like a stack of warm jelly.
My friends notice how I am and try to remove my drink, But I stubbornly refuse. So they take me out to the pub, in hopes that having a single pint is better than another bottle of mulled wine.
But i sneak it in! drink the rest of it, down the pint and head of back to my floor. What i remember from then on is in parts. I make it to the door where i meet a pretty girl, we chat for a few second. BAM! im lying on a bench outside my building. BAM! im with my floor dancing like a maniac to Britney spears. BAM! my head is inside a toilet with purple stuff splattered everywhere. my throat feels like I've been drinking acid mixed with broken glass. BAM! I'm in my room with 3 other people having a joint. BAM! my heads in my sink with everyone asking me if I'm ok. BAM! its 4 in the afternoon the next day, i have slept for 12 hours and my head feel like a tree felling operation is in progress.
According to everyone i had a good time, but I'm pretty sure i didn't.
Oh and the two times i did tower challenge, first with shots of whiskey, the next time with rum..
For those of you who don't know what tower challenge is here is a delightful article from the daily mail.
[url]http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1365365/Binge-Britain-Students-race-to-end-hospital.html[/url]
I got drunk last Christmas and last New Year's party and threw up both times.
Yes, that's my worst nights.
My absolute worst.
Didn't even throw up on the spot, only when I got home.
Life's good.
[QUOTE=Mixed Sources;38537967]]
Ahahaha! :v:
Probably my worst time was mid last year. I had made home brew mulled wine but heard that the alcohol boils off, so i added around one and a half bottle of brandy into the mix, i ended up with 3 bottle of delicious mulled wine.
Here's the thing, tasted wonderful, so I drank a bottle really quickly before going to predrink with my floor from uni. At that point it hadn't kicked in yet so i started on the second one, halfway through that and the floor started to move... This was at around 10:15
The time is 10:30. i have finished my second bottle of super strong mulled wine and am unable to make intelligent conversation whilst having to constantly move around to distract myself from the feeling that the 20 story building I'm in is wobbling like a stack of warm jelly.
My friends notice how I am and try to remove my drink, But I stubbornly refuse. So they take me out to the pub, in hopes that having a single pint is better than another bottle of mulled wine.
But i sneak it in! drink the rest of it, down the pint and head of back to my floor. What i remember from then on is in parts. I make it to the door where i meet a pretty girl, we chat for a few second. BAM! im lying on a bench outside my building. BAM! im with my floor dancing like a maniac to Britney spears. BAM! my head is inside a toilet with purple stuff splattered everywhere. my throat feels like I've been drinking acid mixed with broken glass. BAM! I'm in my room with 3 other people having a joint. BAM! my heads in my sink with everyone asking me if I'm ok. BAM! its 4 in the afternoon the next day, i have slept for 12 hours and my head feel like a tree felling operation is in progress.
According to everyone i had a good time, but I'm pretty sure i didn't.
Oh and the two times i did tower challenge, first with shots of whiskey, the next time with rum..
For those of you who don't know what tower challenge is here is a delightful article from the daily mail.
[url]http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1365365/Binge-Britain-Students-race-to-end-hospital.html[/url][/QUOTE]
I think I felt my head spin while reading this..
I didn't have a worst night out, but I have had a worst night IN. I'm not a nerdy fat neckbeard, and I have true friends, but I just don't come across as an adequate addition to parties I guess so I don't get invited :(
[I]Prepare yourselves, for the most [B]pathetic[/B] story ever (yes, even besting drinking 2manyenergydrinkz)
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I got on Teamspeak, got plastered with one of my internet friends (who might be reading this right now, you creepy brain dented cunt) whilst seven or eight others laughed at us and presumably just told everyone to get in Teamspeak because we were drunk. Two hours later the other drunk guy fell asleep, and eventually I started playing piano or something.
It came to the point where I started trying to track down some HOT BITCHES on Omegle to see their tits, and on there I met a girl who told me I looked like James Holmes. We laughed at each other for a good quarter hour or so, and then her Omegle client froze up. She was from my country too, and at that moment I knew I lost true love :(
Instead of mourning my divine revocation of cyberass though, I decided to rap Niggas in Paris, which was recorded by someone in the Teamspeak. Along with two other songs.
At this point I was running low on whiskey, so I had to trot down the stairs again for a refill. I tried this earlier that night, and had a good four attempts before I wrangled the courage to tranverse into the lower realm of my house.
This time, I couldn't. My brain, in it's state, said "no", so surprisingly I obeyed. I then logged off my computer, tried to whack off -- realized I couldn't -- and instead I got back on and watched an episode of Breaking Bad.
I promise when I actually get invited to a party or something I will post here again, except with a legendary story, possibly good or possibly bad. Time will tell.
What have you done bringing a drug discussion into fast threads!?
On topic...
One night, the week before high school graduation, I had a big urge to get high. I don't know what it was, I just wanted to smoke and have a good time. Well, myself nor any of my friends could find any weed to buy, so what do we do? We visit our local smoke shop and decide to buy some synthetic shit for $15, actually, I paid for it. Anyway, we packed it into a bowl, started the car, and drove around some random neighborhood. Being in a car made this situation a whole lot worse, by the way. This stuff was called [URL="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8vGydUzvt0/TjjPfDQTjgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/5zWCSttUNqQ/s200/DSCF0039.JPG"]"Aztec Warrior"[/URL]. It just smelled like basic incense that you'd light in your house, which smells good, but once I actually lit it, it was like I was smoking someone's shit from a pipe. (It was a pipe, not a bowl, I remember now.) Not much crazy shit happened, but it was a pretty fucking bad experience. I've heard of people freaking out on this stuff, and that's exactly what I did. I took two pretty decent sized hits, and I was out of it. We began to pull out of the neighborhood to do something, I don't know what, just something. I began to feel my right leg tingle, like I was about to have a seizure, and I just about did. Next thing I know, I'm just limp and have no control over anything 99% of the time. I couldn't think, I couldn't move, I definitely couldn't talk. I had the worst cottonmouth that you can imagine, and of course stopping for a bottle of water didn't help. I couldn't stand up. When I came to, it'd only be for five to ten seconds before I went back into that empty little world inside my head. We were all high, so we were paranoid as shit. This jeep was tailing us flashing its lights, so we began to freak out. It turns out that we were going like 20 something in a 45. All I wanted to do was go home to my mommy's house and pass out on my bed, and that's what I did. She knew that I was out of it, and my friend had to speak for me when we got there. My eyes were red, and of course my excuse was that I was tired. I just can't explain it all together, it was horrible and I have not done it since. I don't plan to smoke spice ever again, just the good stuff when I feel like it. This is probably nothing compared to some of the stuff that I'm about to read, but I figured I would share anyway.
[editline]22nd November 2012[/editline]
[QUOTE=MightyMax;38514614]why the fuck can't you people party without getting drunk off your ass, jeez.[/QUOTE]
That's the point...
Went round a mates place and had mad drinks, we're talking entire normal glasses of vodka, I think I drank my entire 1.25L vodka bottle in under 45 minutes.
Needless to say we were fucked. Instantly.
Fast forward to 11pm. We're hungry, pissed and mcdonalds is about 10 minutes away. We make the journey, order food. I finish my food and taste that lovely sickly sweet saliva, you know the one.
Needless to say I book it to the bathroom, don't make it at all. Spew fucking all over the floor. Run back to my friend, he's unconscious, shake him awake and we leave.
Get back to his place, chunder into his toilet, then go to sleep, wake up with more puke on the mattress I was sleeping on.
Still feel shit. But whatevs I'm sober now, the pain is over it can't get worse.
I have about 2 or 3 glasses of water that morning, and we make pancakes. Then we head to the station to catch the train to uni, I feel shit and say I'm just going home instead of uni.
We sit on the train for about 3 minutes, then it hits me. I grab my backpack full of stuff and try and swivel it around but it's too late. Projectile vomit across the entire fucking train. like holy shit man it was from one side of the carriage to the other, I think some hit the roof.
I'm literally drenched, I did my best to get as much on myself/my bag as possible (better on me than ruining some poor fuck who has to clean this shit up right?)
Anyway, it stinks, like reeeeeks of maple syrup (remember dose pancakes) It's like 9am atm so everyone on the train is just going to work etc. A couple people gag, one person literally changes carriages because they nearly chundered themselves. This ancient old lady shuffles up to me and gives me a single tissue, it's utterly futile but the thought was there.
And then it hits me, this wave of euphoria. I'm sitting on a train at 9am, exhausted, covered in my own maple syrup spew, everyone is disgusted or pities me on the train.
I feel. Great. My stomach is no longer complaining, and on top of that, I realised at that stage I'd probably hit [I]the[/I] lowest point in my entire life. It literally could not get any lower from there, the worst is over. Everything is uphill from here (literally, I had to walk 25 minutes up hill to get home from my station)
I felt great afterwards, I showered, then took another shower, then slept until about 7pm that day.
Maple syrup still makes me wince.
Well I don't have too many bad experiences, as it takes a fair amount to get me drunk, and I throw it up anyway, after which I'm fine. First time I was drunk: after a nice friday night at my local, on campus bar, I left with a group of friends and went back to their house for more drinks. Things were a bit stale, the kitchen was tiny and there wasn't much booze. Someone pulled out a vodka bottle, some cheap brand, 37.5%, which was half full. Everyone suddenly recalled that I'd never been drunk before, and someone started singing the "save the queen" song. Downed it in time and saved the queen. I was fine for a while, but after about 10 minutes, I was completely smashed, couldn't speak coherently nor stand up straight. I stumbled outside, fell on my hands and knees and threw up everywhere. Decided it was time to go home, walked back to my room and fell asleep on the floor.
That wasn't a particularly good story for my night out, however I do witness others getting wankered so I have a few stories for them. there was this chick at a house party that claimed alcohol didn't affect her. So we got some glasses, about twice the size of a regular shot glass, and made some shots. They were about 10% mixer though, which she didn't know about. 6 shots later she was out cold, so a friend called the uni medical helpline on what to do. They called an ambulance for us, and the same friend accompanied the girl on the way to the hospital. The next day, he told us that they had to stop the ambulance because the girl's heart rate was slowing down. They managed to speed it up, but she probably would have died if an ambulance wasn't called. She spent the next week recovering.
At the weekend, my same nutter friend rang us up and asked us to go to his /free/ house for a party. Me and the other lads showed up to his house and it was already packed with nearly everyone I knew and people I didn't know.
Night was alright up to the point when I slugged raw vodka, rum and whiskey mixed in a pint glass. Felt sick, like a bomb of violent illness exploded puss into my abdomen. Went outside for air and had a cig, felt A.O.K. It was OK by me.
Some girl comes out asking for a light. I say something to the effect of "Yeah ok" and search my pockets but it isn't there - but I'm smoking a cigarette so it must be close - she says "I will just light it off yours?" and I took my cigarette to give to her but that's when we both realised I lit it the wrong way around and had straight puffed a filter and didn't notice.
3 seconds later "Dude are you ok?" [B]DRUNK TEST 1: CLOSE EYES. RESULTS: HEAD BE SPINNING[/B]
"Yeah I'll be fine I just want to walk for fresh air wanna come with me"
"Ok where are we gonna walk to?"
I don't reply I just stumble off towards the countryside.
Wake up in the icy cold dew ridden field a few miles down from my mates house, i'm drenched, in a ditch and there are so many slugs - fat, small, tall and skinny all sliming over me. Freak out try to get up but fall onto thorns. Realise I'm still drunk. Notice an empty 70cl bottle of Captain Morgans and realise I must've taken it for the road.
Walk back to my mates house and get in through the back door and notice the same girl outside having a morning cig. Say hello to her shivering and stumbling. She begins to laugh at my shocking state. I'm an absolute disgrace. Apparently she followed me for a while and I sang mary poppins songs to her and explained how great they are but she had to pee and then couldn't find me.
Went in, everyone asleep. Get changed into my mates clothes after a hot shower.
If I know one thing boys - it's that a hot shower after getting drunkingly sexually violated by numerous slugs is a winner. Cures you right up.
Dude what the fuck? Slugs? Those things freak me out when I see them let alone if I woke up inebriated with them all over me.
[QUOTE=JustExtreme;38616504]Dude what the fuck? Slugs? Those things freak me out when I see them let alone if I woke up inebriated with them all over me.[/QUOTE]
Yeah man, and then imagine having to rub them off and all the slime getting on your hands. It was nasty!
edit: I felt like burning my clothes with fire, then acid.
[QUOTE=Zerokateo;38461957]Well, I'm only 15 so going out to a party where everyone is getting drunk isn't exactly an option nor would I actually want to get shitfaced drunk at some random party.[/QUOTE]
Actually, the WORST night out I had was when I was at my friends house sleeping over with another friend who moved over the summer. My friend had convinced me to try weed once, so I gave him $20 and we got some. We waited until about 11:30 after his parents went to bed ( fucking stupid ) and then he told us to take as many hits as we can or else it does nothing ( Hes a retard and I'm dumb for believing him ) so I took 2 hits, started feeling a little tingly and he said take another, and then it went *WOOSH* and everything just started spinning and I felt like I was in a new world, my field of view increased and I felt lighter than air. And this all felt like it went on for a couple minutes, this went on for a whole hour, and then I fell asleep and threw up so my friend threw a towel over it. And then his mom walks in ( after he had hid the weed ) and I just thought to myself "Fuck fuck fuck, Alright, I'll tell my parents I wanted to try it and they can punish me however" and she just yelled "Have you been smoking!?!?!" So I stay asleep, my other friend is pissing and the kid just tells his mom "We lit a couple inscents cause it smelled bad. And she just walked off, suspicious as fuck and we went to sleep. Worst night ever because I got the shit scared out of me.
I did have a bad night last night though, my friends we're ragging on me and a couple of them went too far and I took it seriously but that's it. I confronted them and they said they'd tone it down and that they felt bad.
A night out? What are those?
[QUOTE=Zerokateo;38684560]Actually, the WORST night out I had was when I was at my friends house sleeping over with another friend who moved over the summer. My friend had convinced me to try weed once, so I gave him $20 and we got some. We waited until about 11:30 after his parents went to bed ( fucking stupid ) and then he told us to take as many hits as we can or else it does nothing ( Hes a retard and I'm dumb for believing him ) so I took 2 hits, started feeling a little tingly and he said take another, and then it went *WOOSH* and everything just started spinning and I felt like I was in a new world, my field of view increased and I felt lighter than air. And this all felt like it went on for a couple minutes, this went on for a whole hour, and then I fell asleep and threw up so my friend threw a towel over it. And then his mom walks in ( after he had hid the weed ) and I just thought to myself "Fuck fuck fuck, Alright, I'll tell my parents I wanted to try it and they can punish me however" and she just yelled "Have you been smoking!?!?!" So I stay asleep, my other friend is pissing and the kid just tells his mom "We lit a couple inscents cause it smelled bad. And she just walked off, suspicious as fuck and we went to sleep. Worst night ever because I got the shit scared out of me.
I did have a bad night last night though, my friends we're ragging on me and a couple of them went too far and I took it seriously but that's it. I confronted them and they said they'd tone it down and that they felt bad.[/QUOTE]
Mucch better story, good job
If I ever get drunk at a party I'll post the results here.
This summer when I was volunteering in Cambodia, some of the other volunteers convinced me to go out with them drinking in the capitol city. Since my lovely ex-girlfriend broke up with me via facebook two days earlier, i accepted.
I'm not exactly sure what happened that night, but from what one guy told me it involved:
Drinking an entire bowl of Red Bull Vodka
Making out with some Cambodian girls
Attempting to steal some guy's motorcycle
Slugging another volunteer in the face because he beat me at pool
and the best part: Evidently I tittyfucked another volunteer, a 4/10 English girl. That part I vaguely remember because I woke up next to her in a bed with her shirt off and my pants on the floor.
Haven't had a drink since then.
Me and my classmates had decided on having a graduation party over in one of our basements. It was originally just going to be a harmless party, you know with some soda, cider, snacks etc. But then me and the other guys suddenly had the brilliant idea of getting a hold of some alcoholic beverages, because we figured that it'd be more fun. We spent about four hours trying to find someone that would sell us anything, but eventually we managed to get a hold of a guy from a class below us that knew some really shady guys that sold us some beer. After that we had to walk to the party, which took roughly an hour.
Once we all had actually arrived, it started out alright. We were drinking, talking, dancing etc. Then I started drinking more than I really should've. This was a rather small party, and was originally not even going to include alcohol, so me and two other guys were the ones that ended up drinking all the beer. One of us fell asleep in an armchair, and the other just kept to himself for most of the night. As for me? Well, I made a total fucking fool out of myself. I attempted to shuffle while being absolutely shitfaced, which looked silly. I think I fell over at one point. I then went on to say a bunch of stupid shit to everyone that I can barely even remember, and started hitting on my crush. I asked her out, and was met with "Can I think aboouuutt iiitt?"
Eventually I realized that I couldn't return home like this, so a sober friend of mine had to call my dad and say that I was staying at his place. My dad became really suspicious and wondered why I didn't say this myself, but somehow it all worked out. Me and one of the other drunk guys (the one that ended up keeping to himself) were both staying over at our sober friend's place that night. Since he probably didn't wanna bring two shitfaced guys back to his place and have to explain that to his parents, he suggested that we all walked to McDonald's and got some breakfast. We did just that, and it took us about five hours to get there by foot (it was quite far away).
All in all, the night wasn't that bad, but it's probably the worst night out I've had.
anything involving Lebanese
[QUOTE=Zerokateo;38684560]Actually, the WORST night out I had was when I was at my friends house sleeping over with another friend who moved over the summer. My friend had convinced me to try weed once, so I gave him $20 and we got some. We waited until about 11:30 after his parents went to bed ( fucking stupid ) and then he told us to take as many hits as we can or else it does nothing ( Hes a retard and I'm dumb for believing him ) so I took 2 hits, started feeling a little tingly and he said take another, and then it went *WOOSH* and everything just started spinning and I felt like I was in a new world, my field of view increased and I felt lighter than air. And this all felt like it went on for a couple minutes, this went on for a whole hour, and then I fell asleep and threw up so my friend threw a towel over it. And then his mom walks in ( after he had hid the weed ) and I just thought to myself "Fuck fuck fuck, Alright, I'll tell my parents I wanted to try it and they can punish me however" and she just yelled "Have you been smoking!?!?!" So I stay asleep, my other friend is pissing and the kid just tells his mom "We lit a couple inscents cause it smelled bad. And she just walked off, suspicious as fuck and we went to sleep. Worst night ever because I got the shit scared out of me.
I did have a bad night last night though, my friends we're ragging on me and a couple of them went too far and I took it seriously but that's it. I confronted them and they said they'd tone it down and that they felt bad.[/QUOTE]
I know how you feel, except replace that dudes mother with a few police officers.
I was stoned into dimension X flying on the mothership, I whitied hard and needed to throw up but I couldn't because there were police with flashlights looking at us for alcohol. My friend who had the weed accidently dropped the bag on the ground and everyone was crapping themselves waiting for it to be discovered. The cops started asking questions and in my head it was like every cop looked like this:
[IMG]http://media.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/36752/Batman%20Demon.jpg[/IMG]
It felt like they were questioning us for a week. We never got in trouble cause they didn't find anything, but it was scary.
[QUOTE=Jocken300;38686399] he suggested that we all walked to McDonald's and got some breakfast. We did just that, and it took us about five hours to get there by foot (it was quite far away).
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How many miles is that?
1 Night I went out in the forest and a guy dressed like a deer playing the dear hunter's music was following me. It was by far the worst moment of my entire life.
[editline]3rd December 2012[/editline]
[QUOTE=JustExtreme;38688262]How many miles is that?[/QUOTE]
based off of average walking speed and the type of terrain usually used around mcdonald's locations I would conclude that it is approximately 18 miles (plus or minus a quarter mile)
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