I got so drunk once that I...

[Zombie Steve]

...climbed out the window of my 5th story dorm room, and went all the way around the south wing of the building on the ledge. The only open window over there was the girl's bathroom. I didn't exactly get a warm welcome.

http://www.aec.ku.edu/ACI/images/McCollumHall.jpg

:embarassed:





I know everyone's got at least one, so let's hear some of the dumb things you did when you were three sheets to the wind.

[G33]

Looks like dorm at KU.
Guys in rooms after hours.
Mixed dorm.
Hiding guys on ledge.
:supergrin::supergrin:

[G33]

p.s. not a drinker. or smoker.
2 of 3 aint bad!:faint:

[Zombie Steve]

Looks like dorm at KU.
Guys in rooms after hours.
Mixed dorm.
Hiding guys on ledge.
:supergrin::supergrin:

Yep. McCollum Hall.

[22rtf2]

My girlfriend at the time was out of town at her grandfather's funeral. I drove her car to the bar, got blackout drunk, woke up the next morning in my bed, in the clothes from the night before, with my hand bleeding and when I went to the car to go to the doctor it was gone: I had misplaced it.

I climbed in the shower and that's when I realized I had sex while I was blackout drunk.

Turned out I screwed some girl in the bar owners office (He was a friend) and when I went to go home I fell in the street. I drove to the hospital but when I got there I must have realized I owed that hospital for a previous visit and didn't go in.

The car was found near the hospital so I'm assuming that's close to the truth. The hospital was 3 miles from my house and I have no idea how I got home.

I no longer drink.

[TomZ]

Pattaya Beach, Thailand... If you've been, you know. I do remember being on a stripper pole, but that's about it.

[Zombie Steve]

Pattaya Beach, Thailand... If you've been, you know. I do remember being on a stripper pole, but that's about it.

You don't remember a thong or pasties?

:whistling:

[Zombie Steve]

Turned out I screwed some girl in the bar owners office (He was a friend) and when I went to go home I fell in the street. I drove to the hospital but when I got there I must have realized I owed that hospital for a previous visit and didn't go in.

The car was found near the hospital so I'm assuming that's close to the truth. The hospital was 3 miles from my house and I have no idea how I got home.

I no longer drink.

:wow:

[JimBianchi]

I got so drunk one night I ran off with a buddies car keys and a hunt for me ensued. I couldn't find his car, but really enjoyed the hide and seek.

I remember entering an apartment, using the bathroom, getting a snack and going out the front door, when I couldn't find the window I'd come in.

It was very dark at 2-3am and I didn't know who's apartment it was either.
(That could have ended badly for me...)

I found out later I drank 28 beers and a quart of vodka in about 4hrs.
I don't remember the vodka.

I know I got drunker than that in Wisconsin one night because I woke up naked covered in think layer of shaving cream. I found my clothes shredded in the yard.

Not quiet sure how it happened.

I was hung over/sick/shaking both times for a few days. I'm sure I had alcohol poisoning both times.

[okie]

I got drunk one time and started chasin cars shootin at them with a broken BB pistol:faint:

I never did hear how I did it, but my friend worked at SOS engine service in Dodge City KS. They had a cabinet about 12' long the whole top was catalogs, and the shelves was full of heads, cranks, cams, pistons and rods. I don't know what I did, but I knocked it over and it four cats to pick it back up again:alex::faint::rofl:

[tat2guy]

The morning after the Buffalo Bills lost their third or fourth consecutive Super Bowl I woke up sore as all hell with little tiny pieces of asphalt buried deeply in my chest and stomach.

Apparently I ran around the parking lot nekkid chanting "Buff-a-lo! Buff-a-lo!" until I wiped out.


Oh, also I tried to make a naked snow angel once. Possibly the worst mistake I've ever made.


Though, I'd have to say the one I regret the most is getting so drunk I had my one true solid hardcore blackout, and I woke up in a strange bed in a strange house in a strange town with a strange girl who- I swear to god I'm not making this up- was virtually a dead ringer for Liv Tyler. There was a used condom on the floor ext to my jeans, and I have NO MEMORY of sleeping with possibly the hottest girl I've eve seen, let alone slept with.

I can't imagine how charming I must have been to get her to take me home in that condition.

After that I was a tea totaler for 6 months.

[aomagrat]

Pattaya Beach, Thailand... If you've been, you know. I do remember being on a stripper pole, but that's about it.

I've been and I know. It was right after Desert Storm. My ship pulled into Pattaya Beach for some well deserved R&R. After several hours in the liberty line, a ride to the beach in a fishing boat, wading through the surf to get to dry land, I finally got to the beer. It was cold and good and went down so fast. After about 8 beers we decided to go bar hopping.

We went to the Carousel bar. If you've been there, you know. Basically, it's a pair of counter rotating merry-go-rounds, side by side, with bar stools instead of ponies and a bar in the center of each merry-go-round. And they never stop rotating. You have to hop on and hop off while they are turning. After a few beers it gets interesting. After a couple dozen beers, it gets ridiculous.

I remember leaving the Carousel. I remember going into the Black Out pub to watch the dancing girls. The next thing I remember is someone kicking me in the side and saying, "Wake up buddy, you can't sleep here. The Master-at -Arms will write you up." I raise my beer fogged head and look around. I am lying underneath the aft missile launcher on my ship. How or when I got back I don't know. But I have been lying there long enough for the nonskid to leave its texture ingrained in my arms and face. I look at my watch an it is 0600.

I creep down to my berthing compartment and find my camera lying on my bunk, covered in puke. I don't remember doing that that either. So I clean up the mess and take a shower. Coming out of the shower I hear the announcement for the next liberty boat leaving in 15 minutes. By 0800 I am back on the beach, ready for another day of liberty.

By the way, my buddies tell me that I got real agitated in the Black Out pub and ran out. One of them tried to follow me to find out what was wrong but I out ran him. Just what I was up to and how I ended up back on the ship remains a mystery.

[Targettarget]

The morning after the Buffalo Bills lost their third or fourth consecutive Super Bowl I woke up sore as all hell with little tiny pieces of asphalt buried deeply in my chest and stomach.

Apparently I ran around the parking lot nekkid chanting "Buff-a-lo! Buff-a-lo!" until I wiped out.


Oh, also I tried to make a naked snow angel once. Possibly the worst mistake I've ever made.


Though, I'd have to say the one I regret the most is getting so drunk I had my one true solid hardcore blackout, and I woke up in a strange bed in a strange house in a strange town with a strange girl who- I swear to god I'm not making this up- was virtually a dead ringer for Liv Tyler. There was a used condom on the floor ext to my jeans, and I have NO MEMORY of sleeping with possibly the hottest girl I've eve seen, let alone slept with.

I can't imagine how charming I must have been to get her to take me home in that condition.

After that I was a tea totaler for 6 months.

I've been and I know. It was right after Desert Storm. My ship pulled into Pattaya Beach for some well deserved R&R. After several hours in the liberty line, a ride to the beach in a fishing boat, wading through the surf to get to dry land, I finally got to the beer. It was cold and good and went down so fast. After about 8 beers we decided to go bar hopping.

We went to the Carousel bar. If you've been there, you know. Basically, it's a pair of counter rotating merry-go-rounds, side by side, with bar stools instead of ponies and a bar in the center of each merry-go-round. And they never stop rotating. You have to hop on and hop off while they are turning. After a few beers it gets interesting. After a couple dozen beers, it gets ridiculous.

I remember leaving the Carousel. I remember going into the Black Out pub to watch the dancing girls. The next thing I remember is someone kicking me in the side and saying, "Wake up buddy, you can't sleep here. The Master-at -Arms will write you up." I raise my beer fogged head and look around. I am lying underneath the aft missile launcher on my ship. How or when I got back I don't know. But I have been lying there long enough for the nonskid to leave its texture ingrained in my arms and face. I look at my watch an it is 0600.

I creep down to my berthing compartment and find my camera lying on my bunk, covered in puke. I don't remember doing that that either. So I clean up the mess and take a shower. Coming out of the shower I hear the announcement for the next liberty boat leaving in 15 minutes. By 0800 I am back on the beach, ready for another day of liberty.

By the way, my buddies tell me that I got real agitated in the Black Out pub and ran out. One of them tried to follow me to find out what was wrong but I out ran him. Just what I was up to and how I ended up back on the ship remains a mystery.

You've both got me beat by a mile. :whistling::supergrin:

[Glockerel]

Posted this once in GNG, but worth a read-

The 2nd week of my freshman year over an afternoon and evening I drank a bit over a litre of Yukon Jack. I passed out in my bed. My roommates, thinking I was dying, threw me in the communal shower. When they figured I was fair game, they put me naked in a stolen wheelchair. They sprayed Edge Gel all over me and wheeled me around the corner into the girls dorm. We had co-ed dorms that were connected by a hall.
Once there, they found a room full of girls. They pushed my drunk nekkid ass in and slammed the door. The doors opened inward and were very heavy. If you leaned against the opposite wall and pushed on the door while it was shut, it created a small gap between the door and the frame. They stuck a stack of pennies in the gap, essentially locking me in.
After an hour or so, the girls had to call maintenance to "unpenny" the door and get my carcass outta there.
The next day walking through their hallway to the commissary for lunch I was laughed at, mocked and ridiculed. I had no idea what had happenned until I saw the pictures taped to the communal bulletin board.

[Bubbala]

I was visiting friends in the U.S. Virgin Islands. St. Thomas to be exact. We went out bar hopping one night and put on quite a buzz. I don't remember much about the rest of the night until I was awakened in the morning by a black man saying "Get off my car mon". "Get off my car." Turns out I had passed out on the hood of this guys car and he wanted to go to work.