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We've all got 'em, we all love 'em. Anyone got any good ones?

Ehmm... yea... hold on a minute... *thinks (or not)*

Ermm.. I can't seem to remember them...

jk... I've only drank enough to be a little bit tipsy once, and nothing wild happened then... And that was after several, several shots of vodka...

I don't understand the urge for people to get so drunk they end up puking all over the place and can't control their actions... So when I drink, I don't usually drink a lot, or at least I don't drink it fast...

Hmm....... let's see. Here's one. When I was 18, my best friend had a big party at his new house and got extremely drunk, as did the rest of us. After we all went home he jumped into his car and took off into town....... driving into the side of a building and killing himself instantly.

Is that what you had in mind?

Oh! That's horrible!!!!

I had one, but I don't feel like telling it now.

Sorry. I was in a mood.

Meh, shit happens. What can you do eh?

My friends got plastered. So they all hoped into a car. About a mile and a half, the driver starts to swerve dangerously from one side of the road to the next. So my buddy riding shotgun asks him, whats wrong?

The driver says " These pinetrees are apearing on the road!"

Come to find out later, the driver had done some hits of acid, and he thought the pinescent air freshner was a tree.

About two years ago me and a group of freind's, and other people who I didn't know, had the idea to jump of a bridge into a two foot depth of river. Pissed of course.

I broke my arm, but others came off a bit worse.

Okay, I'll tell my story........it's a bit long, but I hope you enjoy.

Setting: girls annual camping trip, dark back road in the country, five girls, one of them, of course, being me

It is not only a tradition, but also an initiation for new girls, for all of us to lie on the road and stare up at the stars. We do it every year, and have seen many shooting stars.

Well, this particular year, we for some reason aren't lying on the usual secton of road. Usually you can see a car coming long before it's even close. Either we got lazy, or were drunker than usual (how that's possible, i dunno )

Anyways, so there we are, all sprawled out on the road, beers and smokes in hand, watching the stars and chatting. All of a sudden, a car is almost upon us, and we run screaming into the ditch. We had lots of time, but it was rather surprising. After the excitement died back down, I went back out on the road, not phased, and fully prepared now to watch for car lights.

My friends, however, are complete whimps. They call me crazy, and stay in the ditch. So we are chatting back and forth, the cowards in the ditch, me on the road, when all of a sudden.................

I scream in agony, and you hear a loud clank and thud. I have just had my head run over by a young fellow on a bike. He and his bike have fallen over onto the road, and I'm screaming and holding my head.

Okay, so this guy is really freaked out, doesn't know what's happened, is rather stunned........when four screaming girls charge at him from the ditch!

OMG, it was the funniest thing in the world! We all felt so sorry for this guy. He didn't know what to think, even after he realized he wasn't under attack. Of course, he didn't have a light on his bike, which I'm sure he went and bought first thing the next day.

So how was Netty, you are all wondering and worried about? Is that what actually caused her brain damage? The latter might be true, but I think the damage was already done. My head was bleeding, but I'm a trooper, and I was of course very drunk. So I was fine! "I need a new beer!" I think I let them bandage my head, and stayed up partying the rest of the night, so no worry of falling asleep with a concussion.

I was just slightly embarrased in the morning to find the whole campground new of the incident. Ah well, I was a celebrity. The girl who got her head run over by a bike.

The only problem with these kinds of stories is trying to remember them Although I do have a favorite I like to recite when the mood hits me.

One night several years ago when I was about 22 we had a at one of my friends house and about 20 of us were there. Wanting something different, me and my buddy Rick picked up a half gallon of Bacardi 151 and two fifths of 99 Bananas to make some mixed drinks with to go with the half bottle of Smirnoff 100 I already had left over from the weekend before and the insane amount of alcohol everyone else was bringing. My buddy did the mix while I was running around getting other things set straight so I didn't know what was exactly in the one gallon jugs sitting in the frig. I poured myself a 20oz cup of the mix to wash down a double shot of Smirnoff. Curiously, I couldn't taste anything but the mix in the drink, but it was good. Quickly, I downed the first cup, poured a second to go with a double shot of 151 and finished that cup within another couple minutes. Then I went for my third.

About this time I'm talking to Rick and he asks me how the drink is. I say it's fine and then tell him he shoulda made it stronger because I couldn't taste anything but the mix. He gives me a strange look and motions for me to follow him to the kitchen where he pulls the bottles out of the freezer. Only one bottle of the 99 Bananas was left and half the 151, the rest of it had gone into the two gallons of mixed drink. At this time I realized I'd screwed up and probably drank a nights worth of alcohol in about 20 minutes. Not that it stopped me. I just shrugged and slowed down a little.

Of course, once the effects started hitting me I forgot about "slowing down". At this point, me and one of my friends we called Crazy Bill ("crazy" because he did some of the stupidists things I've ever seen a person do who lived to tell about it) started a Chess game. The rules where that we had to met in the kitchen every 15 minutes for a shot from his bottle of Jim Bean and at that point we would make our Chess moves for that 15 min increment before doing whatever until time was up again. We got about halfway through the game before we could go no longer continue. Me, because I was seeing four of everything and him because of the same caused by the 3/4 of a fifth of Jim Bean he had chugged.

At this time, and still very early in the night being only 9pm, things started to get very blurry. Somehow, me and one of my friends named Carlos got into a drinking contest and finished the other bottle of 99 Bananas before moving on to the rest of the Smirnoff. Last thing I remember is pouring the last two double shots of vodka, shaking the bottle, and saying "Damn, we gotta find something else now."

According to witnesses, me and Carlos ran around like banshees drinking everything we could get our hands on for the next few hours which included Jose Cuervo, Jack Daniels, Jagermeister, Captain Morgan and others I can't remember, before passing out on the living room floor at about 2am and ending the show that everyone else was getting a huge kick out of.

At about 6am I "woke up" on the bathroom floor because I'd somehow crawled in there to be closer to the toilet. Carlos was in the bathtub in his underwear because he'd puked all over himself and someone had dragged him in there so he wouldn't mess up the carpet or furniture.

Took me about 3 days to recover from that one .

Ouch...... I feel drunk just reading it.............

Nothing too exciting. I do remember walking into work one morning, handing out my students' graded papers, and announcing "It's official: you have driven me to drink."

Their papers had been so bad, I'd needed half a bottle of wine to get through them.

Funny stories everyone!!!

I never drank in m life, never intend to do...

mortaine wrote:Nothing too exciting. I do remember walking into work one morning, handing out my students' graded papers, and announcing "It's official: you have driven me to drink."

Their papers had been so bad, I'd needed half a bottle of wine to get through them.

Did the papers start to get better marks near the end?

Drinking is bad for you.

Not entirely. A person that drinks moderately is more likely to live longer than a person that never drinks at all. Note, I did say moderately. And that's just something I learned in my Drugs and Behaviour class.