Skin full nights...

[pachedpancake]

Thought it might be interesting to hear everyones tales of when we may of had too much to drink.

I'll start, at a house party rather young, parents were still home as soon as they had left we pulled a few bottles of vodka out
and started to do egg cup shots with robinsons strawberry and kiwi squash. started a power hour and got to 15 minutes
and was outside perjectile spewing into a bucket, went inside and a sister was force feeding my friend stale bread to try and get him sober before the parents returned. i ended the night going to lean on a chair and missing breaking my woke up hanging and had to respoke a rear wheel on a motorbike.

Oh does anyone have any good hangover cures?

 

[abeyptfc]

Thought it might be interesting to hear everyones tales of when we may of had too much to drink.

I'll start, at a house party rather young, parents were still home as soon as they had left we pulled a few bottles of vodka out
and started to do egg cup shots with robinsons strawberry and kiwi squash. started a power hour and got to 15 minutes
and was outside perjectile spewing into a bucket, went inside and a sister was force feeding my friend stale bread to try and get him sober before the parents returned. i ended the night going to lean on a chair and missing breaking my woke up hanging and had to respoke a rear wheel on a motorbike.

Oh does anyone have any good hangover cures?[/quote]

yeah, don't drink! theres been a few shockers, i seem to remember being at my mates listening to Twisted Sister - I Wanna Rock, opening up 2 cans of beer and pouring it over myself while Rocking out! on holiday, out for drinks etc, swallying like mad, decide to go for a chinese and end up spewing it everywhere over the bedroom, i think my bro had to hire a dinghy to get in the room and mop the place up!

 

[unclepumble]

There was once where I woke up in a flower bed on a roundabout next to the fire station, at about 6.30am in the town I live in, I tried to stand but my legs didn't work, so I had to crawl the next 2 miles home, Must have been a good night previous to this, but I can't for the Life of me remember.

Then there was another morning when I woke up naked on the loo in my house in sheffield, I went in my room to look for my clothes and the set I had had on were no where to be seen, (I had Gone out in a Fat Jester Suit Fancy dress) I never did find it or the rubber shoes :shock: how I had got home

Both nights were a bit like the hangover however I have not the foggiest about the events of those two nights.

Many Moons ago I am much more sensible these days :?

UP

 

[dennisking]

Got arrested for drunk and disorderly on my stag night.

 

[HLA91]

Waking up on the sofa, my mates have vanished, my fly is undone, tissues in my hand and the gay porn channel on TV.

 

[dennisking]

On a camping holiday in Wales a friend Jim and I decided to go to the pub before finding somewhere to camp. On leaving said pub at closing time, middle of nowhere and pitch black we walked for a few miles before finding a nice flat area to pitch. Woken in the early morning by a local policeman telling us we were pitched on a green of the local golf course. On top of that we had knocked down a fence at some point and the course now had a lot of sheep wandering around it. The policeman was great, even gave us a lift to the next town so we could avoid the early morning golfers.

 

[abeyptfc]

Waking up on the sofa, my mates have vanished, my fly is undone, tissues in my hand and the gay porn channel on TV.

were the tissues 'used' shall we say? did u check you bill incase you paid for the pleasure or was it just freeview? that would slightly soften the blow (quite literally)

 

[DaveMack]

Woke up the next morning after a really good session under a hedge to a dog cocking its leg pissing on my head

 

[aneray]

I got absolutely hammered in Grimsby when I was about Eighteen. Sitting on a playing field in a group with loads of cheap French plonk, I heard "run quick, the coppers are coming". I jumped up, ran, and dived into an old dry ditch to hide. A few minutes later somebody looked down on us with torches and asked what we were doing. "Hiding from the pigs" we slurred. Looked up and there stood three coppers not looking very amused. They moved us on and at five in the morning I woke up in a graveyard, laying on top of a grave that was damp because I had pi**ed my pants. Next to me were my trousers that I had obviously taken off before I went to sleep, folded perfectly with my shoes neatly placed on top.

 

[Crastney]

@ aneray - that last line of your signature makes me wonder if you read ATS? I've seen it there as an avatar.

anyway, I've had far too many drunken nights, mostly at uni. One time, getting the night bus from campus back towards flat in town, stopped the bus so that I could get off and provide a hot meal for a tramp, looked up blurry eyed to see where I was, started walking, got to a roundabout, and realised it was near uni, and I'd walked the wrong way, turned round, and walked back home, got in at about 5am having left uni when the student disco finished at 2.

Another time I went out on Christmas eve with my mate in Worcester, O'Neils pub and then Tramps nightclub, woke up on Christmas day laying in purple vomit all over my bedroom floor (too much of something like MD 20 20), my mom made me clean it up before allowing me any breakfast.

after one work leaving do - woke up with several cash point receipts in my wallet, along with no cash, and quite a few of those phone box post card adverts.

too many others to remember

 

[Swazi]

As a student, I had won a Yard of ale drinking contest at the local pub, came home and mistook the washing machine for the loo. My flatmate got up and asked me what I was doing, "taking a ****, what does it look like?"
:drunk:

 

[golder247]

I was unfortunate enough to go to a family wedding affair thing some time ago where we had to stay in some travelodge type place.

I decided to be cool and wear my flat cap down with me (a souvenir from a previous evening) and was horrendously ridiculed by some very questionably dressed essex lads. (my new family) anyhoo, drank far too much and lost a bit of the evening. Got up in the middle of the night to have a **** and was interrupted with a 'what are you doing?' to which I apparently responded 'Fack orf!!' before getting back onto/into bed and passing out again...

I awoke next morning to find that my flat cap was incredibly waterproof having barely leaked any of the **** I had put into it in the middle of the night. She laughed her **** off until I rinsed it in the shower.. I still like it now!!

there are loads more... including the snail robbery!!

 

[unclepumble]

I have loads more but am keeping them to myself,

I have woken up in some strange places, try going for a night out in sheffield then waking up on a settee in someones house in bolton 2 days later and not having a clue how you got there :shock: :shock: You get the picture.

UP

 

[dennisking]

As Shane says I'm sure we all have lots but one of my most memorable ones was in a bar in France with a French Canadian, who's English was very bad, an Algerian who spoke French but the two of them could not understand each other. So all translations were done by my friend Tom and I with our very bad schoolboy French. A lot of booze consumed and one of the most bizarre nights of my life.

 

[artyb]

sounds like the nite in that tent, at the spring thing, with bloke from barnsley and a lad from swaziland.... :clap:

 

[Swazi]

:whistle:

 

[Moley]

I only have vague recollections of one Uni Christmas party, probably only about 15 of us in Halls, we had a keg of beer but after that had all gone the only thing left was a bottle of rum (no idea whose it was or where it came from) so a couple of us finished getting hammered on rum & black. 30+ years later that's one thing I can never drink.

Fitou is another thing that neither Mrs. Mole or myself can ever face again after a cousin's wedding, they'd brought a few cases over from France and it was there to be had for free. We had more than our fair share.

Going back to that Uni bash, we found one guy the next day asleep on the bog. His bike was locked in the next cubicle, back wheel across the loo seat, front wheel on the cistern. There wasn't room to crawl under the partitions so he must have locked it in and climbed over the top. We never did figure that one out.

 

[Tony]

I drank a ltr of bicardi when I was 14 - parents left me in to babysit on new year's eve. I was rather upset.

Cut a long (and very messy) story short, came-to about 3 days later. I'd been given a 50-50 chance of living by the assembled medical teams. Hangover lasted two weeks.

If I go withing 10 feet of bicardi now I start shaking!

:sick:

 

[dennisking]

I know what Tony and Moley are talking about, ill on rum as a teenager now the smell makes me ill.