kidelrich said:

That reminds me...

This is so not about me. I would never post a drunken story about myself online

In college I shared a campus apartment with three friends. One of my roommates had a friend sleep over who was really drunk. I think he slept in my roommate's bed while my roommate slept next door or something, I dunno. But in the middle of the night, I woke up to see my roommate's friend get out of bed, open the door and walk out of the room past the bathroom out the door into the stairwell. He comes back a few minutes later and goes back to sleep. I didn't think anything of it at the time until the next morning when we all wake up and there's a pile of poop on the landing outside the front door of our apartment! And the drunk doofus had already left and had gone home by this time! He didn't even clean the poop up before he left. He must have just stepped right over it on his way out.

We named the poop Fred and stuck a sign in it that said "my name is Fred". Our friend who lived next door eventually cleaned it up because it stunk up the entire stairwell.

That drunk doofus.

Oh!! and another time - many years ago I was on my way to the toilet in a club and as I was stumbling my way there - this lady was coming after me with her arms outstretched towards me - I started panicking and walking faster - she eventually caught up with me and when she did i yelled 'what is it - what do you want??'

Id walked past her chair and the fringed skirt I was wearing had caught onto her jacket and was hanging from the back of my skirt....


OMFG

sextonseven said:

Ah, college.

My freshman year I was living with three other girls, who had other friends on campus they invited over to party the first weekend we were there. They all basically got completely wasted for the first time and then slept over in our living room. When I woke up the next morning and walked into the bathroom, it was covered with puke, like someone didn't even try to make it to the toilet...soooo gross.

a few years ago i was still in job corps...they have a strict zero-tolerance policy for drugs and alcohol on the campus, but y'know that the kiddies was skirting past it anyway. there was this new girl who moved into my dorm, her name was adonna. she was originally from...i think florida, she transferred to the campus over in st. paul.

anyways, on the weekends adonna would go off-campus for a few hours and would always come back before curfew drunk off of her ass. always. there'd be 2 other girls under each of her shoulders, helping her walk upstairs to our dorm, and she'd be all blitzed and giggling, all drunken-like. they'd have to sneak her ass into her room and put her in her bed and folks would have to lie to the RA (residential advisor--kinda like the dorm mom) and say that she was sick or whatever to cover for her. she ended up getting kicked outta job corps for being such a lush.

evenstar3 said:

Hell, I know the song!

Spookymuffin said:

So? There isn't a lot of 80's music I like besides Prince...which is kind of weird, if you think about it.

kidelrich said:

It'd rank better than the Star Wars Holiday Special.

sextonseven said:

sextonseven said:

evenstar3 said:

80s music is the best for funtime.

Spookymuffin said:

funtime? did i miss spats changing his catchword for sex or something?

evenstar3 said:

Know, funtime is me and my mates' word for anything fun.

e.g.
Drinking in playgrounds whilst on swings is funtime.



We also use it derogatively to refer to giving another man anal sex.

"I hear you had funtimes with Nick last night."

Spookymuffin said:

I must remember that for my next anal/swingtime adventure.

kidelrich said:

Uuuum...me too?

evenstar3 said:

evenstar3 said:

I guess I'll have to say it in the next orgcast when I post the Art History thread.

Spookymuffin said:

I thought you'd forgotten for sure!

Handclapsfingasnapz said:

I must stress, my big drinking days are behind me. I'm much better at knowing my limits these days - and I can't deal with the hangovers.

But that reminds me...

A few years back, I was seeing this guy up in Glasgow, Scotland. My mate was doing her Master's there and, when I went up to visit her, I met him out one night. One weekend, I went up to stay with him and he invited me along to a dinner party he and his mates were having that evening. He was in work all day so I said I'd spend the day with my mate and meet up with him in the night. Great.

The only problem was that it was the last day of term and they were having a 'Drink The Bar Dry' event. (In other words, the student's union bar was selling all its' alcohol dirt cheap to get rid of it). Fantastic! So I met up with my mate, we went to the Union and got completely sozzled. I was so hammered, I totally forgot about the dinner party I was supposed to be attending later. Otherwise I would've watched my intake.

Anyway, I then went back to his place, got ready to go out and - when we got to the dinner party - I felt like I was on another planet. Apart from the fact they were all friends (so had lots of in-jokes and were talking really really excitedly about stuff I didn't understand), *I* was pissed and *they* were getting drunk. Add the Glaswegian accent to that and I was just totally baffled. I just sat there for most of the evening trying to work out what the hell they were on about. I bet his friends thought I was a right weirdo.

Anyway, bearing in mind how innocent I was at this stage, we went back to his flat and whilst we were getting ready for bed, he said "You're a bit of a lush, aren't you?". I said "Thank you" thinking it was some sort of compliment. I'd never heard the expression before - I thought he was saying "You're lush". Sufficed to say, we never met up again after that. I wonder why.


I'm a good boy these days.
[Edited 9/24/06 8:04am]