I just went out today to see The Hangover, and it's a really funny movie. I definitely recommend seeing it if you want a good laugh.

But It got me thinking; how many of you Orgers have a really good story regarding a night of binge drinking and the aftermath? Anyone wake up naked in a water fountain? Or splashed out with some bimbo or manwhore in a church pew? Any of you Org ladies feel the absolute need to get the morning after pill? I've gotten drunk after a beer bong party, but nothing that crazy. Tell your stories.

just covered in bruises

ZombieKitten said:

Oooh, me too

MrsGoodnight said:

mostly like the huge midthigh ones, where I've walked into tables

ZombieKitten said:

Oh my god! We must be going out on the same night's out girl! That's where I get mine too! You should have seen my last one! It was there for almost 2 weeks!

MrsGoodnight said:

do you get them on the backs of your arms too? just above the elbows?
I don't know how those ones get there at all!

Here in LA there is this cheap store called Bargain Circus and the front of the building has this giant lit up clown surrounding the entrance of the building. That's your first clue to run, really really fast So my friend Curtis comes over to my apartment with his boyfriend and he brings a bottle of this stuff called Tarkuna. It was $2.99 for a fifth!

So I made myself a drink with about a quarter of a tall glass full of this stuff and the rest coke. My friends filled their glasses half full. Now I was the seasoned drinker at this time so I had a high tolerance and could pound alcohol till the sun came up. So by the time we were leaving to go to the club, my friends had finished their drink and were working on their second but I drank maybe 2/3 of mine. Remember, I had 1 drink with 1/4 glas of liquor and they had 2 drinks with half liquor.

I remember leaving my apartment and the next cognizant moment I am aware of is of us walking to the club I only had not even one drink and I blacked out. I lost the whole trip from my apartment to the club. And when I snapped out of my haze and realized we were already there and I didn't even remember the drive I went But before I could even ask my friend if they experienced the same thing, they got into this huge huge fight and I walked over to see what the hell they were fighting over and my friend is holding this porno magazine he found on the street and he was screaming and crying and flippping out and he was going on about these pregnant lesbians being exploited and his boyfriend didn't see the big deal and was laughing hysterically in his face.

So my friend ran to his car and left us stranded Well, what the fuck, we're here let's party So we go down to this one club and it was kind a hole in the wall place and I was still so fucked up on that Russian liquor that we were in there about 15 minutes before I realized there was a live Mariachi band I just remember looking over and thinking.....there is a Mexican Mariachi band in here I thought it was a jukebox Literaly they were right there in plain sight and I didn't even see them

So we left that club and went to another one and a little while later I cannot find my friend Blake. That wasnt' a big club either so it wasn't like my friend could get lost in the crowd. So I'm concerned about him and go outside to see if he's out there. Nope. I start calling out for him and I turned the corner of the building and there was this giant fat drag queen sitting next to a big bush and she's talking into the bush. I look down and laying down under the bush in the dirt is my friend Blake! WTF? She was actually looking
out for him But it was just the strangest sight to see her talking to a bush and my friend is in there!

My mom lived about 5 miles from where we were so I taxid us there after the club. The next morning I called my friend Curtis to make sure he was OK and he asked me what happened last night? I told him how he and Blake got in a fight over pregnant lesbian porn and that he left us stranded and he said he didn't even remember leaving my apartment and the next thing he knows he's waking up in his bed

Later in the day my friend Blake says:

I had the strangest dream last night

I asked him if it involved bushes and a big fat drag queen and he went How did you know I told him that was no dream

Never buy Tarkuna!

oh my lord supa that's

i just was woken up by my room mate one morning asking me what i was doing still sitting on the toilet at 5:30 am.

emm said:

I turned 29 in 1996...me and a friend went to our fave spot in New Orleans to start the night off....pretty much knew most of the regulars, so I got showered in free Jagermeister shots for a couple of hours, on top of my regular drink (all on the house)...we then went to Nick's Bar, which serves specialty drinks with cute names like 1-800-Fuck-me-up and such...stayed there for a couple of hours...after that, we decided to go to Pat O'Briens to get filled up on hurricanes and Skylab Fallouts.....never made it....woke up the next morning in my house with absolutely no idea how I got there...

....did I mention that we took turns driving a '78 Olds Delta 88? I view this as a minor miracle that we didn't kill anyone or ourselves...needless to say, it was the last time I've ever put myself behind the wheel if I know I'm going drinking...as a matter of fact, I don't even drink like that anymore...

...and yes, I know the implications of my actions that night, so those that would seek to judge, keep it! The lesson was learned!

emm said:

my sister's housemate passed out on the toilet and when she was found she couldn't walk. She'd cut off the circulation to her legs completely had to have multiple blood transfusions and could have had to have her legs amputated had she sat there a bit longer.

shiiiiit.....

The drunk stories are better than the day after ones.....

ZombieKitten said:

Me too

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