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a true story that happened to a close friend of mine :
the story takes place in Paris (France).
This friend of mine went for diner to a friend of him appartement's on a friday night,
there was 4 people, him, two other guys and the girl who invited them.
they drank wine, ate, till some point....
and then, next thing he knows,
he's layed on the floor of an underground parking lot, with one shoe on, a pant and a jacket that don't belongs to him. he stood up and went to the elevator, once returned to civilisation, he noticed that people around him where speaking German ! later on, he discovered that it's Tuesday !!!
after a few questions he realised that he's in Berlin (Germany), with no fucking idea of what he's been doing there, how did he came here and what the fuck he have done for the last 4 DAYS !!!!!
no need to say he has no money in his pocket. So he managed to hitchike back to Paris, and when he get in touch with the two others guys that were at that special diner, they said that they awoke also 4 days later, but in Barcelona !!!!!!!
the girl that invited them said that she don't remember anything at all, and that she slept for 3 days on her kitchen's floor.....

fucking strange.

crevecoeur wrote:a true story that happened to a close friend of mine :
the story takes place in Paris (France).
This friend of mine went for diner to a friend of him appartement's on a friday night,
there was 4 people, him, two other guys and the girl who invited them.
they drank wine, ate, till some point....
and then, next thing he knows,
he's layed on the floor of an underground parking lot, with one shoe on, a pant and a jacket that don't belongs to him. he stood up and went to the elevator, once returned to civilisation, he noticed that people around him where speaking German ! later on, he discovered that it's Tuesday !!!
after a few questions he realised that he's in Berlin (Germany), with no fucking idea of what he's been doing there, how did he came here and what the fuck he have done for the last 4 DAYS !!!!!
no need to say he has no money in his pocket. So he managed to hitchike back to Paris, and when he get in touch with the two others guys that were at that special diner, they said that they awoke also 4 days later, but in Barcelona !!!!!!!
the girl that invited them said that she don't remember anything at all, and that she slept for 3 days on her kitchen's floor.....

fucking strange.

Nothing strange, they just changed space-time continuum.
I do it all the time.

I was going to post a story here, but the truth is that I was way into the blackout nearly every time I did something entertainingly degrading. As most of the witnesses were often as destroyed as I was, all I can do is tally the damage. Here's an incomplete listing:

- "Where's my goddamn van?" Repeat ad nauseum, until the cops mail me a notice
- Furniture launching
- Shooting the transformer supplying power to my (and probably a bit of the neighborhood's) house with a 12-guage
- stripping to the nude at a local bar and trying to hump the bouncer's leg while being thrown out
- filling the backseat of my Delta 88 convertible with longnecks, grabbing baseball bats with a couple of cohorts, and heading to East St. Louis to "find the party"
- lighting $50.00 bills on fire. This was apparently repeat performance, as was wadding them up and throwing them across crowded bars...
- waving my cock at truckers while swerving around them on the highway at 3:00 AM...in a Subaru station wagon
- leaving Ted Bundy-ish dental prints in the buttocks of my best friend's girlfriend
- hucking my only guitar out the back of a moving van

Etc.

No, I don't drink anymore. I think I got all the fun out of it I could...

rayj wrote:I was going to post a story here, but the truth is that I was way into the blackout nearly every time I did something entertainingly degrading. As most of the witnesses were often as destroyed as I was, all I can do is tally the damage. Here's an incomplete listing:

- "Where's my goddamn van?" Repeat ad nauseum, until the cops mail me a notice
- Furniture launching
- Shooting the transformer supplying power to my (and probably a bit of the neighborhood's) house with a 12-guage
- stripping to the nude at a local bar and trying to hump the bouncer's leg while being thrown out
- filling the backseat of my Delta 88 convertible with longnecks, grabbing baseball bats with a couple of cohorts, and heading to East St. Louis to "find the party"
- lighting $50.00 bills on fire. This was apparently repeat performance, as was wadding them up and throwing them across crowded bars...
- waving my cock at truckers while swerving around them on the highway at 3:00 AM...in a Subaru station wagon
- leaving Ted Bundy-ish dental prints in the buttocks of my best friend's girlfriend
- hucking my only guitar out the back of a moving van

Etc.

No, I don't drink anymore. I think I got all the fun out of it I could...

Not ALL the fun, yet, you came close. SALUT!

diego wrote:When I was living in London, me and a really nice swedish girlffiend went to see The Hives at The Garage. We drunk like hell.
Since she was swedish, pretty good looking and very chatty, after the gig, she managed to get us 2 invitations for the after party next door.
So we were there, mostly surrounded by swedish and also free drinks.
At one point, after having drunken more beers and cocktails, I was chatting with The Hives' bass player (nice guy for what I can recall). One of his swedish friends sat to our table.
I start to talk about swedish bands, about how good a lot of swedish bands are. He then asked me i f I know the band Millencolin. I shoutly say that I do know this band and it's fucking shit, they sound like Blink 182, I hate this kind of band, etc...
He was the drummer of Millencolin.
I could have stopped there but no.
I then told him that he should have played in another band like Breach, he wasted his life playing in such a bad band, etc...

This is when my swedish girlfriend nicely apologized to the people around the table, we had a last drink at the bar and then we left.

k'd

Arson Smith wrote:

diego wrote:When I was living in London, me and a really nice swedish girlffiend went to see The Hives at The Garage. We drunk like hell.
Since she was swedish, pretty good looking and very chatty, after the gig, she managed to get us 2 invitations for the after party next door.
So we were there, mostly surrounded by swedish and also free drinks.
At one point, after having drunken more beers and cocktails, I was chatting with The Hives' bass player (nice guy for what I can recall). One of his swedish friends sat to our table.
I start to talk about swedish bands, about how good a lot of swedish bands are. He then asked me i f I know the band Millencolin. I shoutly say that I do know this band and it's fucking shit, they sound like Blink 182, I hate this kind of band, etc...
He was the drummer of Millencolin.
I could have stopped there but no.
I then told him that he should have played in another band like Breach, he wasted his life playing in such a bad band, etc...

This is when my swedish girlfriend nicely apologized to the people around the table, we had a last drink at the bar and then we left.

k'd

To be fair, there's enough overlap between these two threads for it to be acceptable. Plus, it's a great! story.

Rachi wrote:

cervixFORaHEart wrote:

Rachi wrote:

cervixFORaHEart wrote:

Rachi wrote:At the end of the soccer season, we have a prize giving and a bit of a 'do' in the club rooms.
One particular year, I ended up getting very very intoxicated (I was 16 at the time) and did a whole bunch of embarrassing shit that I can hardly remember.

1. Stole the mic off the singer of this awful covers band and made them look real good

2. Fell down a flight of stairs and grazed my chin on the concrete.

3. Went home with my coach

4. Peed in his bed

5. Woke up the next morning not knowing where the hell I was and had to walk out onto the street to ring my friend and give her directions to pick me up.

Another time at a party, I cut all my hair off and blamed it on someone else so my bestfriend gave that person a damn good hiding! Sorry Sam....

you sound like the girl of my dreams.

Girls pee in beds and cut their hair off in your dreams?

hehe

my dreams are filled with girls who cut off their hair in drunken fits and not only sleep with their soccer coachs but also piss in their beds.

what im trying to say is i want to marry you.

Aw shit!
Meet my family sometime and then consider your proposal.

unless your mother is hotter than you, this wont be neccessary.

we will only have to see them on the occasional holiday and probably for the birth of our first six children (after the first six theyll probably get bored with the whole thing) so my proposal is still open and valid.

im actually seeing someone right now, but i refuse to let that get in the way of the girl of my dreams. if youre open minded sexually this could be a win/win for all three of us.

love you, dear.

cervixFORaHEart wrote:

Rachi wrote:

cervixFORaHEart wrote:

Rachi wrote:

cervixFORaHEart wrote:

Rachi wrote:At the end of the soccer season, we have a prize giving and a bit of a 'do' in the club rooms.
One particular year, I ended up getting very very intoxicated (I was 16 at the time) and did a whole bunch of embarrassing shit that I can hardly remember.

1. Stole the mic off the singer of this awful covers band and made them look real good

2. Fell down a flight of stairs and grazed my chin on the concrete.

3. Went home with my coach

4. Peed in his bed

5. Woke up the next morning not knowing where the hell I was and had to walk out onto the street to ring my friend and give her directions to pick me up.

Another time at a party, I cut all my hair off and blamed it on someone else so my bestfriend gave that person a damn good hiding! Sorry Sam....

you sound like the girl of my dreams.

Girls pee in beds and cut their hair off in your dreams?

hehe

my dreams are filled with girls who cut off their hair in drunken fits and not only sleep with their soccer coachs but also piss in their beds.

what im trying to say is i want to marry you.

Aw shit!
Meet my family sometime and then consider your proposal.

unless your mother is hotter than you, this wont be neccessary.

we will only have to see them on the occasional holiday and probably for the birth of our first six children (after the first six theyll probably get bored with the whole thing) so my proposal is still open and valid.

im actually seeing someone right now, but i refuse to let that get in the way of the girl of my dreams. if youre open minded sexually this could be a win/win for all three of us.

love you, dear.

this could easily turn into another degrading drunken moment.

I'll make reservations and start taking folic acid. I was aiming for 8kids but I guess 6 will do.

Kisses

wait, am i going to have to move to new zealand?

its not a deal-breaker or anything...i just assumed that the lure of being a citizen of the united states was the only thing really making you consider this.

Gee, I don't think this is gonna work....
Well, I'll make sure I visit when I'm over next year.

Yours Truly