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Farting Nudist
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posted 10-26-2005 12:28 AM      Profile for Cesar   Email Cesar   Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
ok. So this week is what our school calls break week. And on monday, I went to an open source symposium hosted by the school. I volunteered to do some shit, and in return got to get in for free and get a free t-shirt.

So anyways, after all the speeches, everybody got to go back to 'the hive', which is our bar at the school.

OK, firstly our school is not very extroverted. We have one bar that's open on thursdays for about 3 hours. We had sextoys bingo once, and no-one seemed interested, which made it less fun.

So this was my first time into the bar and I usually don't drink beer because I don't like it.

If you know any vegetarians, chances are they won't like a lot of things. Its not that we don't like it, it is because we can't try it to begin with. So it is much easier to say "I don't like x" rather than "I can't have x because of a, b, and c". My beef with beer.

But I noticed they have smirnoff, which to the best of my knowledge, I can drink. So I got one free (because I volunteered). Then my friends thought it would be funny to give me another one, and another one, and another.

I am a thin person. The effects took their time, but by the end of it I was hammered. Badly.

Suddenly, talking about PHP was boring. I needed a walk. By my attempts where made futile with concerned friends who thought maybe it was best to sit down. I still had a good chunk of brain power (compared to later) at the time, and could memorize most of the conversation.

When we finally did leave, I met the new chair of computer science.
This isn't Cesar's brightest moment. I shook his hand and congratuated him on being chair of cs. I did a twirl when trying to pronounce 'computer chair'. Apparently he was supposed to teach one of my classes this semester, but duty called.

Long story short, I don't remember how I got home. But I felt really sick. I spent about 30-1hour in the bus station washroom trying to get the poison out of my system. As soon as I got home I fell asleep, and woke up with an angry stomach rather then a hangover. I got to finish my C assignment, so I am quite satisfied.

I'm not sure of the times of what happened to what place. I had a non-digital watch with roman numerals. I just didn't have the energy, or attention span, or vision, or brain cells, or any device required to translate X into something meaningful.

I lost a good chunck of my dignity. And my shirt had to be washed. And I lost one of my glove. Thank god I brought a bag.
ffs, how did I get home?

Anyways, share your embarrasing drunk'n stories.

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posted 10-26-2005 04:54 AM      Profile for Dragonite21     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I got totally, absolutely smashed at my end of year ball/prom/dance/whatever you care to call it, mostly over this girl who wouldn't go with me and went with someone else lol. It was pretty much my first time drinking anything alcoholic and I was rather unwisely downing anything that came into view.

I vaguely remember dancing with some of the (male) members of staff that turned up, shouting at my history teacher at length about the benefits of the '45 Attlee government, and collapsing outside against a statue.

did it for the lulz

[ 10-26-2005, 04:55 AM: Message edited by: Dragonite21 ]

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posted 10-27-2005 01:43 AM      Profile for Dweedle   Email Dweedle   Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
One time earlier this semester I was home from school for a weekend, and since my brother goes to school (Yale) 10 minutes away from where I live, I decided to pay him a visit that Saturday night.

As soon as I got there I was thrust a cup of sangria. Downed that. Downed another. Downed another. Downed two friends' sangrias. Then there was no more sangria so I had two or three beers.

Then we went back to my brother's room to make white russians. I made two huge ones for myself, with about 90% alcohol and 10% milk. Needless to say, I was very, very drunk.

My friend drove us there so she didn't have much to drink and was fine to drive at the end of the night. I do not remember going back to her car.

I remember being dropped off at my house, though. I went around back and tried to unlock the door. But I couldn't figure out how. I was trying to jam my key in there, but it wouldn't work. I kept trying and trying, but I could not for the life of me figure out how to get into my own house.

I weighed my options and decided that the only way I was going to be able to get into my house was to call my parents and have them let me in. After this it is pretty hazy.

The next morning my parents told me that when they came down, I was lying on the deck with my keys about 15 feet away, my wallet out and my NYU ID card in my hand. I must have thought that I had to swipe into my house like at my dorm. Then, my dad said he was trying to ask me where I wanted to sleep.

Dad: Do you want to sleep in your bed or on the couch?
Me: Oh, it's ok, I'll just sleep in the closet.

My parents made fun of me a lot. It was embarassing, but it did create this awesome story.

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the only way to get pass this will be to commit suicune

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posted 10-30-2005 07:13 PM      Profile for Boodabonzi   Email Boodabonzi   Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Last but one night in Halls last year. I bought a bottle of Sambucca. I drank a bottle of Sambucca.

I woke up in vomity clothes. The story that was recounted to me goes thus:

At about 0130 I decided that the guys in who's room we were getting trolleyed needed to get his end away with a girl called Kim. Kim apparently said she was okay and so did Dave but I insisted. I made everyone leave and go upstairs into my mate Tash's room. At about 0200 I made the same demand and Dave needing some time with Kim, forgetting that we'd moved rooms. Everyone tried to explain but I was adamant. I said I was tired and wanted to go to bed, but thinking I was on the ground floor still, went up another flight of stairs.

I was apparently awoken in the bed of the guy who's room is directly above mine (so I navved okay from the wrong start point ) by him and his mates holding baseball and cricket bats. I had vomited all over his sheets and his bass amp.

I tried to fight them out of the room I thought was my own. One ended up knocking me out with a cricket bat. At this point they went to find one of my friends as they realised who I was. My mate Sally came to take me to my room. On the stairs I woke up again and said I had to go to bed and got naked. On the stairs. Sally then half-carried my naked corpse into my bedroom and placed a bucket under my face after tossing me into bed.

I washed the guys sheets and reworked his amp for him. Whenever I see him now he just laughs and calls me Puke (my name is Luke, how droll indeed).

If I drink Sambucca now I still want more and I still get too drunk.

My learning chip is broken. IT FUCKING ROCKS.

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OK, I know I'm probably not the nicest Pokemon Trainer when it comes to giving advice, and if I get flamed on this, it is probably well deserved. So here goes...

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posted 11-02-2005 02:24 AM      Profile for powercat     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
The first time I ever got totally drunk I came very close to sleeping with an "18 year old" girl who turned out to be 15. (I was 20.) She spent the whole night lying to me about her age, and her friends all thought it was funny to not tell me. Right as things started to get hot and heavy, she excused herself to use the bathroom. Well, my spidey-senses started tingling and I beat it out of the party before she returned. My buddies told me the next day that the girl was 15, and they were waiting to see what would've happened!

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posted 11-02-2005 03:06 AM      Profile for Rolken   Author's Homepage   Email Rolken   Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
If they lie about their age, doesn't that recuse you from responsibility for it?
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posted 11-03-2005 12:11 AM      Profile for Rysto   Email Rysto   Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Nope. Statutory rape is an absolute liability offence in most jurisdictions. That means that so long as you physically commit the offense, you're fucked, even if you have no intent to do so.

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posted 11-04-2005 02:14 AM      Profile for Windex   Email Windex   Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Drink this beer.

Sambuca tastes like black licorice.

Best drunk time ever was high school grad party when I drank a lot of borrowed booze and then smoked some mooched weed, which in retrospect was probably laced with something, and then saw my buddy Dave's legs turn into a personal sized spaceship and he flew off into the woods. He confirmed to me later that his legs didn't actually turn into a spaceship, but he did run off into the woods for some reason.

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