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Guys pissing when they are drunk! (pg. 4)
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| DigitalMP |
Back in college, dorms were arranged in suites, three double units for each suite, connected by a 20'x10' or so lounge area.
Well, Jason and John lived in one room, and Gary and Wipoj right across from them. Jason tended to get very drunk and well, without him, this story would not exist.
One night, after everyone had come home from the bar and breakfast, and gone to sleep, Jason wandered out of bed, still asleep, across into Gary's room. Gary wasn't the neatest of individuals, and piles of clothes on the floor tended to be their resting place. To Jason, however, they made a very formidable substitute for the night's urinal. Yes, Jason relieved himself all over Gary's clothes, and quite liberally, I might add.
Gary learned his lesson...that door would be closed and locked from there on out.
Months later, with a good story for all to tell, the fear seemed to have dissipated, though Gary still kept his door securely locked. Does this stop Jason?
Some of us wondered why John never took the same precautions that Gary did, but John was a bit neater, and was not one to leave his clothes strewn about the floor. So what does Jason do?
Again, everyone is sound asleep after a night or drinking, partying, and late-night breakfast. Jason takes it upon himself to open John's top dresser drawer, and fertilize the clothes within it.
Jason took on the name of Ropiss, an abbreviated version of "The Roaming Pisser". |
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| crazedcanuck |
Oh man, Ive got a good story from last summer.
Went to my room-mates cottage with all the gang, and he decides to tell us how when he was faced while there with his family, his opened his little brothers' tent and pissed on them.
Sure enough later that night he stumbles out of his room, into the kitchen, and proceeds to piss in a coffee mug sitting ontop of his new stereo.
Seeing as the cabin is on a reservation, his new nick-name is "Pees-on-Floor". |
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| dance2dabeat |
well it's 4:00 pm and he is still in bed....got up for some juice but he;s right back to bed....
maybe he isn't in the greatest shape!!!
:wtf: |
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| Playa24_7 |
^^^ hahaha!
yeah i woke up today, filled my 32oz slurrpy cup with juice, drank that, then passed back out for like half an hour lol
this entire thread is friggin hilarious!!! i've been drunk many times but i've never took a piss in crazy places not knowing it! lol!!! hilarious!!! |
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| dance2dabeat |
^^^^^^
consider yourself lucky dan ;) |
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| E2EK1EL |
| quote: | Originally posted by dance2dabeat
:nervous:
then he walks into my room afterwards and decides he wants to pass out in my bed!!!
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He wanted to TAP YO ASS!!!!
EXCUSE : I WAS DRUNK! |
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| SurrJRS |
| quote: | Originally posted by E2EK1EL
He wanted to TAP YO ASS!!!!
EXCUSE : I WAS DRUNK! |
:wtf:
OK incestual jokes are just WRONG! :nervous: :nervous: :nervous: |
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| Kytracid |
LOL. Great thread, and one that conjures up some rather forgetable memories. I'm not a big drinker, but on the occasional weekends when the mood for a bender strikes I usually relieve myself on the hood of a nice car. Call it drunken jealousy cause i'm forced to stumble home -- or compulsive, vandalistic behavior that compels me to urinate on a fine piece of machinary, but at the end of the night i'm usually signing off on someones beemer or benzo. :haha:
I ask forgiveness from those unlucky owners who have turned up on a Sat/Sunday morning to find their cars hood/door/tire covered in a thin, sticky film of unknown origin. A few drinks awakens the dog in me...and it's not something i'm proud off. :crazy: |
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| dance2dabeat |
| quote: | Originally posted by E2EK1EL
He wanted to TAP YO ASS!!!!
EXCUSE : I WAS DRUNK! |
ok ummm NO!!!!!
:rolleyes: |
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| E2EK1EL |
| quote: | Originally posted by dance2dabeat
ok ummm NO!!!!!
:rolleyes: |
Wow you gotta relax ... my dear. It was a joke. |
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| dance2dabeat |
| quote: | Originally posted by E2EK1EL
Wow you gotta relax ... my dear. It was a joke. |
I normally take jokes well....but that is just NASTY!!!! |
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| EvilTree |
Well, some of you know that I'm in the army and I wish on the application form, it says 'must be able to handle alcohol' because I think drinking is part of my job description. :D
Anyways, I think I may have told these tales already, but I shall tell them again.
One frosty week at CFB Petawawa, March of 2003, I was part of support staff helping some soldiers prepare to leave for tour to Bosnia. After work, we have our free time and like good soldiers that we are, we get faced.
However on this occassion, I drank a bit too much. Since I'm Asian and weigh only about 135, it's pretty easy for me to get drunk. So about 7 beers and 10 shots of whatever later, I'm drunk. Very drunk. Someone wanted me to do some Crazy Russians. Now I said no to this before that night, but by this time, I could care less. So I snorted a shot of vodka. Then another.
It's about 2am and we have to be up for 6:30am and I have gone beyond gone. I don't remember returning to my quarters, but a buddy told me that I marched perfectly back, as in parade ground marching. So some guys strip me down, put me to bed and leaves the room.
They return some time later and notice that I am gone. They are like, "Where the did he go?" They search and find me in the bathroom. Now my recollection of this is hazy, but I thought I was puking into the sink. I later saw a video clip that a buddy of mine made and I was puking into the water fountain. And there's a bunch of army guys surrounding me, with beer in their hands chanting my last name. (Lovely folks, these army people) :D
(This part, I was told later on as I don't remember this happening) So they drag me back to my bed and they called a medic because they thought I was going to die from alcohol poisoning or something. They had people rotating to make sure that I don't choke on own vomit or suffocate or something for few hours. Apparently that's how bad I was.
Next morning I get up and I didn't feel too bad. I get dressed and head off to work. I get called over to the side to one of the officers and he is a big black dude who can rip me in half. I'm about to my pants thinking, 'OMG. He's going to kill me.' But after I told him that I'm going to do my job and I didn't fee too bad, he gave me a lecture on responsible drinking. So I go to my post with a radio and then the worst hangover ever hits me. I couldn't eat a bite until supper that night.
The story continues as later that night, everyone went out to a bar in neighbouring town. (Pembroke. Such lovely place. NOT) Everyone gets roaring drunk except me, because I swore off drinking forever. (Never make a promise you can't keep) So it's like 2am and everyone had to go home and I was a private and most junior ranking guy, surrounded by 15 other senior guys who can shoot laser beams to fry me if I look at them the wrong way. Here was I, small Asian kid, trying to keep everyone together and not wonder off so that I can collect enough cabs to get back to the base. (One other guy was slightly sober so he helped) Somehow I manage to get them all back to base and life went on.
Army drunk stories. Crazy peple.
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