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Here's a good drunk story.

One Summer, I went to my cousins down in Arkansas (9 hour drive) for a week with my aunt and other cousin tagging along. Once were down there they decide they want to leave for home a day early. Ok, I'm cool with that. Don't really want to go but I guess they want to rest the next day after driving back. I get down there and have a blast. Last day I go to one of my cousins' friends' birthday party. I proceed to dominate at beer pong winning 3 games in a row. They decide to have shots of jack at midnight to celebrate. I have 2. I then proceed to barf on their lawn for about an hour before my cousin tosses me in his car with help from our friend and I then go back to where we're staying at. I get there and get thrown in the bathtub and I take a shower and get the puke off of me. I pass out on the couch while wearing a bath towel. When I wake up, I notice I am fully clothed (though badly clothed at that) and my aunt and other cousin is nowhere to be found. What a feeling that was =X. Apparently they tried to wake my ass up and when that failed miserably they tried to put clothes on me. They left my gas money behind that I gave them and had me try to find a way back. Those fuckers left me! We originally didn't have to leave til the next day! They at least coulda waited a few more hours because I was up when they had only been on the road for 2. I still don't understand. I'm baffled to this day why they couldnt have thrown my ass in the back of the car. I only weigh 160 pounds. Well anyways I booked a flight from little rock to st. louis and my cousin drove me there (he lives near there anyways). I then spent the night at a buddys house there and talked with him for like 5 hours while getting drunk off vodka and monster energy drink. He then dropped me off at the greyhound bus station, which took about an hour to find and then I took a 3 hour bus ride home.

Moral of the story - don't trust your not-so-close relatives or either drive your own car so they are forced to wait for you. I don't regret what happened though - makes for a good story and I got to spend some time with a friend I haven't seen in a while.

Awesome story man! I dont trust any of my family cause I almost drowned in a pool & ALL of my family members were there(ironically I learned to swim finally) & even laughed as I threw up water & gasped for air. Bastards. Anyways vodka good! Burns like hell but damn if I dont drink it by itself anyways! Good story behind that actually. But tommorow though. Its a little depressing & all that shit.

and how you feel when fucking?

Sorry this is so long.
When I went to Australia one summer I had been drinking on and off for the first week of my stay but it was relaxed and never did anything too crazy. BUT THEN, I went to a friends 21st birthday party(drinking age is 18 but 21 is a big deal). Anyway everything started out fine, had a few beers with dinner and then the party started to really get going and by this time I was pretty buzzed and whenever someone put a bottle in front of my face I downed it quick.
Once I was suuuuper drunk I decided to go for a walk(a stumble) and smoke a cigarette(I lit the wrong end). While I was doing this someone came up to me, handed me another drink and told me to go ride the mechanical bull. I'd estimate the time I stayed on to be about 6 seconds, then I was thrown face first into the dirt. However I was drunk so this did not phase me at all, I walked up a hill to bonfire and I danced around it for about an hour. A guy I knew named Dan came up to me and said people were going to watch a movie and I guess I thought this was an insult or something cause I tried to fight him and he punched me in the face. I stayed outside and cracked open a can of rum, drank a big gulp and threw it up.
This sparked a conversation with some random guy who started telling me all about his addiction to crystal meth; at this point I was just to gone to realize what was going on. This is where finally at around 4 in the morning I blacked out.
Later in the day when I woke up I found out some things that happened.
#1. People got naked and went in the hot tub.
#2. I tried to fight the meth guy, he also punched me and put a blanket over me and I fell asleep.
#3. One guy jumped naked into a pond and I tried, very aggressively, to give him a hug.
#4. Sometime during this journey I pissed myself.

BTW good topic in my opinion

Dude I love that long story & thanks, I wanted to hear this was cool from SOMEONE. BTW cool pic. Wait, you got rum in a can!? I NEED TO FIND GOOD RUM!!!!

Canada trip:

Went to canada when I was 16 with the good arkansas cousin and a bunch of friends. We stayed there for like 3 weeks. First week was with friends parents then they left. Then because the drinking age was 19 or something my older cousin and his friends bought an assload of beer and liquor. For 2 weeks straight we were hammered. Notable points:
* I played wingman while one of the guys tried to seduce some next door girls with guitar. We weren't successful.
* My cousin successfully traded shirts with one of those girls. JEALOUSY
* One of the friends yelled as loud as he could at 4 in the morning going "SAND PIPERS!!! ARE YOU AWAKE?!!?!" (Sand Pipers are the shacks next door to our beach house) then he passed out on the back doorstep.
* My cousin went for a walk and passed out on Indian property and I saved him before anything bad happened.
* One of the friends' female cousin and hot female friend showed up and somehow everyone piled on the same bed for no reason. We also played spin the bottle and I got to kiss the hot one.
* On the way back we stopped by detroit and visited that female cousin there and got baked and watched Family Guy DVD. Somehow everyone ended up sleeping on the same bed. (lol this seems to be a trend...)
edit: wow how did I forget these...
*Apparently the owner of a Canadian kegger company lived next to our beach house. One night we randomly stumbled over there and checked out their fire pit. We were surprised when they tossed us some keggers and invited us to sit and drink with them.
*I shared in a pitcher of Coors and had some jager bombs while being completely underage at a bar.

I got drunk at least ten times. As for the stories, i cant remember, and for the one i can kinda remember, i wasn't sure if i was dreaming, or if was drunk and stoned at the same time.

Well I dont see the point in drinking at all if the plan isnt to get at least buzzed. Either way you are still killing your liver and brain cells with poison so Id figure I might as well go all the way. Excuse me if I sound like a dumbass for saying that.

Maybe he doesn't want to turn into a complete dumbass

Maybe he needs to live a little.

There is a difference between being outgoing and being idiotic. Really, using alcohol as a excuse to act like a dumbass seems weird to me.

I believe everyone should be blitzed at least once in their life so they understand more about themselves. The drunk self is just your subconscious so the only people who fear getting drunk are either the people who have been seeded with scare-tactics or are fake. Use the buddy system and have at least 1 person sober in your group to supervise if your worried what might happen. You see people's true colors when they're drunk and that can heighten friendships.

Some people who crashed in the bathroom.


The guy we were throwing the party for. It was a goodbye party. He wouldn't tell me what kind of dessert he wanted, so I made him that.

Okaaaaaay....

I got drunk at a BBQ at my house. I mixed a lot of drinks together. Rum, OJ, Gin, Beer, Vodka, more Beer, Sangria, more Beer. So I got drunk. I wanted to puke so I ran to the bathroom, and some old motherfucker was in there taking a shit. So I puked on the floor. In the Kitchen. In a group of people. Anyway, I was able to make the toilet, so I puked in the toilet, and I had to take a dump. I took a shit, and I threw up while sitting on the toilet. I remember my ma was yelling at me telling me to stop being drunk. (she was drunk herself)I remember yelling I'm sorry, and puking nearly on her shoes. I had to be carried to my room.

I wasn't drunk when this happened, it was sort of a farewell party with my high school buddies because I would be going back to states. When I woke up the next day I woke up with a bad hangover, but I had to wake up early and go home. When I was on the bus going back to my house I had to stand up because there were no seats left. The bus drove over a pot hole and I barfed on some people. The driver kicked me out and I had to get a taxi TT__TT.