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| DJ_Bod |
When I was young (4, maybe 5) I was hanging out with my brother and his friends (they're a couple years older), and i laughed so hard I pooped myself. nothing like having some brown-ness run down your leg and having everyone laugh at you for it.
I used to run around my brothers friend's house naked when I was young. (his mom babysat for us). Everytime I see her she still says, "I remember when you were x years old running around my house naked." :whip:
In college, after a "rooms night" at a fraternity, I ws thoroughly trashed. I sat on my computer for like 20 minutes playing games, when suddenly i had the worst "OMG i have to pee" pain in my life. So as I'm stumbling down the hallway to the bathroom, it gets worse.... much worse. I decided that I couldn't make it to the bathroom (despite the fact that my room was 5 doors down from the bathroom). There was a garbage can right next to the entrance of the bathroom (with a slot to put trash in, as the can was behind a metal plate). so I whipped out my dong, stuck it in the slot, and had quite possibly the longest pee of my life (minute and a half, at least). For the next two weeks, the hallway reeked like piss, and no one knew why... No one except me. :D |
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| Slylee |
| ^^^^ u animal.... lol |
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| A.J. |
:haha: :haha: :haha: :haha: :haha:
That reminds me of the time in year 10 when we filled a drawer with apples in the Chemistry rooms. They eventually became all rotten and stank like , but the teacher never knew :p :p |
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| igottaknow |
I enjoyed jamie's coke head stories, everyone else's pale in comparison.
Jamie can you tell another one after you tuck me in tonite? :happy2: |
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| Slylee |
| glad you enjoyed them, but unfortunately for you, only the boyfriend gets the bed time stories :stongue: |
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| Nite-Mer |
| In high school a couple of buddies and I decided to drive around with a bunch of water balloons to throw at people. We drove up next to this girl in her car with her windows down. Me and the person in the rear passenger side threw balloons at her at just about the same time. I can still see the recoil, bam bam, as both balloons hit her square in the face and exploded in her car. It's messed up, but yet so funny. Probably not to her, it wasn't, though. |
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| DJ_Bod |
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
^^^^ u animal.... lol |
Thanks, I think.
Alcohol makes ya do some crazy stuff. |
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| paravis |
What makes this crazy for me is that I grew up in a conservative household where drinking is unheard of. Anyhow here goes:
So I started drinking in high school, and seeing how I was dumb about it, I would at times drink myself retarded. One night, I got absolutley trashed. I went over to my friends house at 1am(he lived right next store so noone ever knew when I went over there, I would just hop the back fence and would go in his room). Anyhow someone had a large bottle of russian vodka. And me, being nicknamed the "pounder" I downed half the bottle in 30 seconds. Bad idea. We went to taco bell then came home at about 2:30. I faintly remember peeing in the street as my friends were in the drivethru. So we get back, and I'm like, "I'm gonna go to sleep, later guys". Keep in mind this is about an hour and a half after pounding that wretched stuff. So I hop the fence and proceed to try and chat a bit on IRC as I usually do. Well, I couldn't type, at all. So I gave up and decided to go to sleep, VERY BAD FREAKIN IDEA. I slept in my room with my younger brother. That night he had a friend over that was sleeping on the ground. So all I remember is going to sleep. Next morning I wake up, my Dad wants me to help him do some work out in the yard. Suprisingly I didn't have much of a hangover (must have been some good vodka). As I am waking up, I look on the wall and see puke. Uh oh I think. I look down the side of the wall on the side of my bed. I see a little bit a puke, and think to myself, "ah that's not that bad. So I clean it up, nobody found out. I'm in the clear I thought. Yeah right. So the next 3 days or so the room is wreaking like puke, or like something died. My parents are asking me what is is. I proceeded to tell them I had no idea. I began to panic, because it really did wreak bad. So I go around looking around the room, and to my utter shock, I found one of our comforters wrapped in a corner, and inside? Yes, lots and lots of dried up puke. Wow I thought, I actually got up that night? I had no freakin recollection of what had happened that night at all. Sad part is, in our room we have a bathroom. Crazier part is that my brother and his friend were in the room that night sleeping!! Anyhow I quickly picked up the comforter, checking that nobody saw me and tossed it in the trash. No I wasn't going to try and clean it. Luckily, no one found out and the smell went away. Not so luckily a few months later I got wasted again in our NEW house and puked on the side of my bed at night. My mom knew about that one. I tried to tell her it was old milk I spilt heh. What did I learn from that? DRINK SMART. After that I only puked a few times, never again in my sleep, and eventually stopped completely. |
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| Nite-Mer |
| quote: | Originally posted by paravis
What makes this crazy for me is that I grew up in a conservative household where drinking is unheard of. Anyhow here goes:
So I started drinking in high school, and seeing how I was dumb about it, I would at times drink myself retarded. One night, I got absolutley trashed. I went over to my friends house at 1am(he lived right next store so noone ever knew when I went over there, I would just hop the back fence and would go in his room). Anyhow someone had a large bottle of russian vodka. And me, being nicknamed the "pounder" I downed half the bottle in 30 seconds. Bad idea. We went to taco bell then came home at about 2:30. I faintly remember peeing in the street as my friends were in the drivethru. So we get back, and I'm like, "I'm gonna go to sleep, later guys". Keep in mind this is about an hour and a half after pounding that wretched stuff. So I hop the fence and proceed to try and chat a bit on IRC as I usually do. Well, I couldn't type, at all. So I gave up and decided to go to sleep, VERY BAD FREAKIN IDEA. I slept in my room with my younger brother. That night he had a friend over that was sleeping on the ground. So all I remember is going to sleep. Next morning I wake up, my Dad wants me to help him do some work out in the yard. Suprisingly I didn't have much of a hangover (must have been some good vodka). As I am waking up, I look on the wall and see puke. Uh oh I think. I look down the side of the wall on the side of my bed. I see a little bit a puke, and think to myself, "ah that's not that bad. So I clean it up, nobody found out. I'm in the clear I thought. Yeah right. So the next 3 days or so the room is wreaking like puke, or like something died. My parents are asking me what is is. I proceeded to tell them I had no idea. I began to panic, because it really did wreak bad. So I go around looking around the room, and to my utter shock, I found one of our comforters wrapped in a corner, and inside? Yes, lots and lots of dried up puke. Wow I thought, I actually got up that night? I had no freakin recollection of what had happened that night at all. Sad part is, in our room we have a bathroom. Crazier part is that my brother and his friend were in the room that night sleeping!! Anyhow I quickly picked up the comforter, checking that nobody saw me and tossed it in the trash. No I wasn't going to try and clean it. Luckily, no one found out and the smell went away. Not so luckily a few months later I got wasted again in our NEW house and puked on the side of my bed at night. My mom knew about that one. I tried to tell her it was old milk I spilt heh. What did I learn from that? DRINK SMART. After that I only puked a few times, never again in my sleep, and eventually stopped completely. |
I used to sell Cutco knives and I went to a special conference for the high flyers of the company. I was a partier and had a rep as so. My roommate at the conference was also from Denver (conference was in upstate NY). He gave me like 20 bucks to start the day off with 4 shots of vodka before our meetings at like 4pm. After that I drank a screwdriver or two, god knows how many Killians and Bud Lights, and topped the night off with some St. Ides Special Brew (Punch). This was not a good combination.
I went to sleep and when I woke up my roommate tells me, don't roll over. I lift my head and look at the pillow next to me that was covered in puke. I gathered the sheets together like your comforter and went to throw them outside in the trash, surrounded by a fence. Only problem was that that wasn't a trash receptacle. I was some sort of huge air conditioning unit or fan, I don't even know. I'm sure the hotel found it, but they probably had no clue who the culprit was. That night we had something like 50 people in my hotel room partying. Oh, those were the days. :happy2: |
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| Slylee |
| the smell of puke, especially someone else's, is almost worse than dog . |
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i had sex on a rooftop in suburban Portland (oregon)
shot / killed pitbull when i was younger (see pitbull thread)
jumped on a train (one of those cargo ones) and travelled 550 miles to another city :D (that was ghetto)
what else...
crashed a ford truck - actually rolled it down a hill, that was no fun.
i think this was enough for now:cool: |
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| XaNaX |
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
so I took them, figuring he wouldn’t even notice. I felt so bad on the way home, I was like, “oh my god I’m such a bitch”. I’ve never done anything like that in my life, I really don’t know what came over me...I guess I was just really jacked (and broke! lol) and he had been pissing me and my boyfriend off all night so I figured, screw it... |
I wouldn't feel bad about that. This guy is rich, so those 100s are like $1s to him. If he was worried, he wouldnt have left them out. Plus he made you watch that video so he owed you something.
Coke will make you do some stupid that is for sure. Like driving 14 straight hours to Florida to pick up a large amount of the , get right back in the car and drive another 14 hours right back home. Then spend the next 7 days on a $1400 coke bender. |
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