Best friend throws up all over the bathroom floor.

Now I have to deal with it...

We origionally planned to go to a concert today and a car show, but now I am not in the mood. I can't even go into my bathroom, it looks like a war zone and all I got from it was a drunken "sorry".

He bought tickets to the godsmack and metallica concert a really long time ago without telling me and then expects me to buy one and go with him. But the moment he started thinking about himself, I really start to wonder if he really is a friend at all.

He wakes me up early this morning and tells me, "we have to go now" (to his house) so 'he' can cleanup for an hour, not me. I told him I would meet him there, but he said he couldn't "trust me". It's talk like that which makes me WANT to ditch.

Thoughts, laughs, suggestions of how to clean up a vomit mess?

Thanks...

Tell him to clean it up. At a party at my friends house one of our friends PEED in the little garbage can NEXT to the toilet. The bag even had a hole in it! Scary thing is SHE is the oldest at 26!

He called and told me to bring money, because he didn't have enough... Yeah, I am going to make it perfectly clear, if he doesn't clean it up, he can never ever drink in my house again.

You know what i did to my friend when he did something so stupid it pissed me off, i kicked him as hard as i could in the balls. And there was nothing he could do about it because he knew he fucked up.

Swigz if your reading this, i'm referring to Dusty.

You know what i did to my friend when he did something so stupid it pissed me off, i kicked him as hard as i could in the balls. And there was nothing he could do about it because he knew he fucked up.

Swigz if your reading this, i'm referring to Dusty.
Bastard. I want a shot at his nuts with my foot.

lol this albanian guy threw up in my CAR, he was a friend of a friend. I told him to clean it up so he went in this pizza place grabbed tissues and somewhat tried but i dont even think he could see what he was doin. So i told him to give me all the money he has cause i need to get this shit cleaned up. Big surprise the kid didnt have any money... so i ended up taking his silver chain and Citizen gold watch. haha i ended getting a couple hundred worth of shit off of him :lol:

Tell him to clean it up. At a party at my friends house one of our friends PEED in the little garbage can NEXT to the toilet. The bag even had a hole in it! Scary thing is SHE is the oldest at 26!

LMAO!

Reminds when my dad came to NY for my sisters HS graduation. He was staying with some friends of the family. Well good old dad went out drinking that night. Dad got toasted. Sometime in the middle of the night my drunken father thought he was at his house because when he got up to take a piss he ended up pissing in the kitchen garbage can. Apparently if he was at his house the kitchen would have been his bathroom and the garbage can would have been his toilet. Way to go dad!

That's actually nothing. When I was dorming a few years back it was 4 of us in one suite, 2 bedrooms and a common area (plus kitchen and bathroom of course). My suitemate used to get piss drunk and never know when to quit because he just NEVER threw up. I remember it was the first Friday back in school. We all got hammered. I was toasted and ended up vomitting in my bed and almost sleeping in it (thank god my room mate was just coming in the room and saved me). My suitemate got up in the middle of the night to pee, except he didn't make it to the bathroom. Instead he made it to his roommates bed, while he was sleeping in it! The result was quite interesting. :D Another time the same suitemate got up to pee and almost did it again. this time my roommate stopped him and told him to go to the bathroom. He sort of made it there, but not inside the bathroom. Instead he ended up peeing on the external wall of the bathroom and all over the floor. Of course, he never remembered any of it!

haha your story reminds me of last years trip down to U of I to visit my cousin. some guy got so messed up he flipped up the cushion on the couch, where i was going to sleep, and pissed, then put the cushion back down and walked out. it was damn funny except for the fact that i had to sleep on the floor and it smelled horrible in there

Definately sounds like a night at the U of I, were you at an apartment or fraternity? The best parties are right off of first street, university commons, or across town at fox ridge. You should come back down and party with us central illinoisans again.

lololol good laughs reading these.

couple weeks ago me and some buddies were drinking and we went to taco bell in my truck....on the way back my friend mark was being stupid so a punched him really good right in the gut and he puked in my truck WITH THE WINDOW DOWN, and i was like wtf, out the window moron and jacked him in the gut again. That time he got it out the window....well some flew back into someones face int he back seat lmao

A few years ago I drove an 85 fullsize chevy pick up, it had a 'beer window' in the back windshield.

I was driving home from a few hours at a bar, my bf at the time was in the passenger seat. We were on the highway going about 70 mph. He had to pee. BAD. I wasn't going to stop and so he stood up and peed out his window which in turn came into the beer window and soaked me straight in the face and arms.

I didn't think we were going to make it home that night. I was hollerin' like crazy, couldn't see and it stunk!

Insanity, guess you shoulda pulled over!!


Make the guy come over and clean up his own vomit next time.

one of the most entertaining threads i have come across in quite some time. keep em coming.

oh yeah, i have thrown up blood before. not cool.

Nope, hurling blood = very bad.

I don't know if it was blood or not, but it was orange and red w/ cottage cheese because I had milk before I threw up.

Beautiful. Nice description of the "Technicolor Yawn".

When I puked in my bed, my friends said it smelled like baby food :D I don't understand why though, I had fried chicken, potato chips plus lots and lots of beer.

Well, he said he would clean up the mess... and he did. He also didn't think it would be right if I puked and HE would have to clean it up, so now I have a clean bathroom again. Not to mention 18 Caronas, half a bottle of jack and a bottle of vodka.

Everything turned out cool, we went to the car show, went go karting in some really nice karts, then went to the concert and got home before 3am.

Also, feel free to keep on adding stories. Its fun to read experiences from others. :D

good for you, glad you had a fun time.

alright, i will throw a story in there...it was my 22nd birthday a couple months ago, and that in itself should be more than a setting.

i went to play pool at my fav hall with just a few buds. well i had 5-6 guinnesses to start me off, and then they just kept buying me jager bombs and car bombs. i think i chugged a double vodka and cranberry as well. yeah, i was feeling pretty good about being past the perfectly ripe age of 21.

my friend's brother is a cab driver. this guy is pretty darn cool and i have known him for awhile as well. my friend recalled that i told him about a party that i had wanted to go to earlier, so he told me to get into the cab with his bro.

we went to the party (i think), but all i can recall is twirling around a stop sign at a very busy intersection late into the night while people were trying to get my attention.

i had no idea what they were saying. all i remember after that is the cab driver calling my cell phone telling me to get into the car that was a dozen or so feet away from me. hmmmm, think i was hammered?

since we're all pitching in stories...

one night me a two of my buddies were about to be at a party and i decided id buy myself and my friend in the back seat a 40 high life... we're chuggin em cuz we're about to be at the house (about 5 min later) and i hear him bitchin behind me about how he can't finish it in time. so i tell him to quit being a puss cuz i had already finished mine. (not being considerate of the fact that hes 70 pounds lighter than me) and right when we're almost there he PUKES on the back of my head and it gets all over my head and all over my other friends brand new car. needless to say i was pissed and so was my friend. he felt bad and bought me a new WHITE hat to replace the, then orange one and paid to get my friends car cleaned. i will ever forget that!

OK here is another story that took place late July 2003. My uncle was having a BBQ at his house and all the family was invited. Needless to say there were alcoholic beverages available. ;) I made a brutal strong screw driver using Gray Goose, 4oz of that and some OJ. Uh oh... Then I had 2 Jack and Cokes. THEN I played basketball. I was pretty bombed but was able to play and then it happened! I took a bad step, twisted the shit out of my ankle AND BROKE my foot. OUCH. I was in pain so what did I do? I had 2 more Jack and Cokes (very strong). Then I sat down on a cooler and was slamming Heinekins (probably had about 7 or 8). Hey, I was in pain! Then the night became hazy. I remember walking down to the b-ball court where my cousin was setting up beer pong. I started playing and had a few cups of beer and that was all I remember pretty much. My next memory was sitting in a chair passing in and out of drunken sleep. Somebody was bringing me water. I remember leaning over and puking REAL LOUD into the bushes. Remember most of my family is seeing this.
Thank the maker my mother didn't see me and thank the maker again some more that my grandmother didn't see me (they went home earlier)! :eek: I remember my cousin dragging me out to his Blazer and I passed out in the back seat. Then I remember crawling into my bed when I got home. I spent the rest of the entire summer in my room with a broken foot. :( I was pretty ashamed of how plowed I got that night. Never have I ever been that bad before, and never will be again. It was a pretty embarassing night. :(


This next story is from my 21st B-day this summer. :)
My birthday was on a tuesday and many of my older friends all were working so we couldn't do much during the week. That Friday we all got together at my friends house for BBQ/pool party. I had a blast. Drinking in the pool acting like fools with my good friends :) It was also his sisters B-day (same day as mine) so we were celebrating for 2. Then out came the hard liquor. Nothing wrong with that, I can handle it, except when I mix with beer. And mix with beer I did! I will never learn my lesson to have liquor BEFORE beer. I had about 8 beers and starting taking shots of gin. I HATE gin. It tastes like PLANTS. Then out came a new bottle of Amaretto (mmm mmmm :)) I drank about half of that and kept drinking beers. My friend who drove me was going home but I was gonna stay over and get a ride home the next day. I vaguely remember walking to his car to get my flask (he bought me a flask for my b-day). After I got my flask I don't remember shit until I woke up with a garbage can next to me on the couch the following morning. I woke up and smelled like grass. I'm thinking "wtf do I smell like grass?!" I then looked at my friend and said "wait a minute. I was rolling in the grass wasn't I?" I now recalled that piece of information. What I didn't recall was puking by his basement door (outside) :D Nor do I recall walking back from the car and my other friend falling into the bushes and puking. NOR do I recall my friends sister puking! Overall it was a pretty funny night! :D

i had no idea what they were saying. all i remember after that is the cab driver calling my cell phone telling me to get into the car that was a dozen or so feet away from me. hmmmm, think i was hammered?

that reminds me... one of my boys was so fucked up once at the stripclub. I wanted to leave (cause we were supposed to cab, and i knew his drunk ass would pay for it) so i'm calling him like "where the fuck are you man, come out front the cabs here" I called about 10 times and every time he'd pick up mumbling yea yea i'll be right there. So ended going to look for him and he was in the parking lot right by the front inbetween 2 cars just sitting with his head down passed out. So i wake him up and i'm like lets go stop wastin time. I got him in the cab and we get near our houses, (he said he'd give me $10 for the cab ride) its time to pay and he pulls out 72 cents and a VIP card to get in to the club free next time and gives it to the cab driver like its all good. The cab drivers like wtf... I only got $5 on me and no bank card, no credit card. So he drives us to a bank so my boy can check his account... and an amazing thing happens, he has like 50 cents in his account. The cab driver goes to call the pigs in his car, so i start lacing up my shoes ready to run while my friends in the standard head in hands i'm fucked up position. I'm like yo...... yo!....... YO! Paullie get the fuck up man we gotta get outta here. For like 5 minutes i'm trying to get him up cause i dont wanna just leave him there. Then FINALLY he just gets up like he has all this energy and he's like LETS GO! As soon as i open the door (from the bank ATM machines) and take a step out.... the motherfuckin cop pulls up. So i'm like fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, paullie you're a fuckin idiot.... i was SO pissed i wanted to knock him out. Good thing he started mouthing off to the police officer, saying fuck the police, you guys cant do shit, etc.... cause the cop had enough of it, threw him up against the cop car and started yellin "i've had enough of you, you're goin to jail" while he was cuffing him, i took that as my cue to leave. An ran like speedy gonzalez.

Fuck him... i tried helping him out as much as i could but he was being too stupid. Next day he apologized :D
good thing it wasnt a friday cause you know what happens then... the stupid weekend rule

Whats the weekend rule?

Whats the weekend rule?

if you're thrown in jail on a friday night you cant bail yourself out until monday.

only mon-fri... you cant get bailed out saturday and sunday

if you're thrown in jail on a friday night you cant bail yourself out until monday.

only mon-fri... you cant get bailed out saturday and sunday

OK, I wasn't totally sure. Thanks.

I usually just make the habit of NOT getting caught. :naughty:

these stories are great... heres another (same two friends of mine)
We take a trip down to jacksonville fl each year for the past 4 years for my sisters cheerleading competition (none of us went to watch them actually cheer it was just a free vacation and my mom paid for the hotel room with thousands upon thousands of high school cheerleaders, isn't that nice of her :smile:) each night we get plastered but the last night we decided to go all out. we got a 24 case of beer and finished that by like 10pm. and decided that we needed more. luckily for us some cheerleaders are sitting under a gazibo (sp) taking shots. so we ask them nicely if we can take part in their fiesta. the girls had way to much alcohol than they actually needed so we took some off of their hands and my too buddies, (J and C) and me drink a half bottle of southern comfort and bacardi limon between us. by now we're pretty hammered. and decide to go back to the swimming pool at the nice ass hotel we stayed at and see how the ladies were over there and "C" had been talking to this one chick so he stayed at this place where a band was playing and said he'd meet up with us in an hour. blah blah blah... hour passes no sign of C (figured he might be gettin some) so we give him another hour... no sign of C. it's coming close to 2am and we call C's cell phone some old lady picks up and says she found his cell on the floor at hooters (right in the same area). we're going to find him and on our way do the stairs i fall face first on the concrete in front of two old people and jump up like nothing happened. we make it to the hotel lobby (3am ish) and see 3 security guards looking down at something. we reluctantly go check it out. turns out its C face down in a pool of vomit beggin the rent-a-cops not to arrest him. we grad C and take him to the room and eventually get his cell phone. when we asked him the next morning what happened. he said he hung out with some homeless man and thats all he remembered.
by the way... C is the same guy that puked on the back of my head

LOL First he was with a chick, then ended up with a homeless man! :lol:

LMAO! "C" rocks!

poor poor c.... wonder what things that homeless man made him do....?

i cannot get enough of these. ahhh, this weekend is coming up.

Yup. Maybe I'll have another funny drinking story this weekend.

God - I could write a book about all my pukes, its like... where to begin lol.

The two biggest (or worst) pukes I ever did were oddly enough both at the expense of my friend's aunt/uncles bathrooms - in two different countries.

These people have a beautiful cottage (old log wood, huge!) up north that we stayed in years ago, me and the boys. It all started when we picked up food at the Wendy's on the way up: I ordered a burger, the SOB gave me a grilled chicken. Got up north and started drinking my Polish beer which I have no idea why I brought - didn't get through 2 500ml bottles before I got up green in the face. No prob, keep cool, bathroom is just around the corner... was doing fine and got one step inside the bathroom when I projectile vomited all over the wall, bowl, everywhere. The puke hadn't even landed before I was on my knees scooping up undigested pieces of food with my hands, there was NO way I could let anyone see this - it was a nightmare. Cleaned the shit up in 5min (didn't even bother/have time to close the door), kept quiet and listened for the guys in the other room. I actually did an amazing job, besides a slight stench the bathroom looked decent after I was done.

But the WORST puke I ever did was years earlier at these same peoples house in London, when my buddy and I went to England to visit them. 2nd last night there we went out all night boozing (we were 18 & legal), after hours clubs, had been ingesting powdered speed all night long, smoking hash... got in around 5am, both cracked a beer and sat back on the couches. I started to get some really bad gutt-rot which got progressively worse. After a while I knew I had to puke so again (classic Randy) stood up and casually walked towards the bathroom, had plenty of time, got inside and was 2 feet from the bowl when I went to clamp my mouth with my right hand - to late. I did the most violent of projectile vomits, to the point where the only area on the wall and bowl that did not get sprayed in puke was the outline of my outstretched hand. For a second I just stood and looked what I had done - these people were selling their house. They were having an open house the weekend we were leaving and I went and totally defiled their bathroom!! (was actually the reason my buddy and I went to England in the first place - last chance to visit before they moved to Singapore). So again I dropped to my knees, my right hand covered from elbow to fingertips, and began scooping up chunks of puke (I recognized shit I had eaten 12 hours before). This time was awful because I was still sick and had to stop every so often to ralph some more. To put it in perspective, I puked so hard that I actually pulled my stomach muscles - I was sore for days after that (must have been the speed that gave me that violent reaction and convulsion). The scariest point was about 30 minutes into the cleanup when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Oh no. Could only be my buddy's uncle leaving for work (at like 6:30 am lol). I heard him get down and talk to my friend, and ask "where's Randy". The man walked right by the door and I remember thinking if he could only see me collapsed on the floor with puke streaks everywhere... that was the worst. I would have won any distance contest with that puke. :loser:

Got up north and started drinking my Polish beer which I have no idea why I brought

what kind? Zywiec, tiskie?
Just wondering why you got the polish beer, never saw anybody who was not polish buy it

But its damn good

lol yes it was Zywiec - I hate that stuff - same goes for Okocim. Makes me sick anyways, so when drank with a rancid chicken sandwich as a base... watch out! I guess back at that time I must have taken a few from my Tat (probably broke thats why), because there's no way I would have wasted money on Zywiec...

I like Lezajsk Pilsner, thats all my Pollock uncles buy and its pretty good - I think I might just buy 6-12 for my Beer Fridge this Christmas. Now THAT I've gotta post pics of! My favourite tradition of the year!!

lol this albanian guy threw up in my CAR, he was a friend of a friend. I told him to clean it up so he went in this pizza place grabbed tissues and somewhat tried but i dont even think he could see what he was doin. So i told him to give me all the money he has cause i need to get this shit cleaned up. Big surprise the kid didnt have any money... so i ended up taking his silver chain and Citizen gold watch. haha i ended getting a couple hundred worth of shit off of him :lol:
That's just fucking mean!! :grinno:


Awesome thread. Keep em coming :thumbsup:

I have nother drunk story. Thankfully no one threw up in my house. It was me and my best friend (the one who threw up in my bathroom in the first place) and we were partying on the weekend and I had gotten drunk from 2pm. to midnight, so I was wasted for most of the day. We had a great time, we both went out and threw eggs at cars... six times. Stalked a girl inside the building, twice (I will explain in a second) and manage to stumble home without getting caught.

So half way through throwing eggs at cars and running away from them, we pass by the local daycare center. I found a scooter and stole it and rode to my house, but while riding away, I saw someone in the building, so we dump off the scooter and go back after loading back up our arsenal. (sp?)

So we went back and I was looking through the window, and I saw 2 girls and 1 guy. They looked like they were probably 16 or so. My friend said he recognized one of them and watching them for 5 minutes, one of them entered the room of which we both were looking in from the window and she see's him and SQUEALS! We both then TAKE OFF full flight trying not to fall down...

Then we wait 10 minutes, and come back again and we are walking next to the building and I stop and look at him, and said.. "I think a cars comming". Then I see headlights comming towards us up the hill, and I run into the nearest bush and get down. My dumbass friend just stands and I'm cussing at him, telling him to get down, and then finally he hides in the same bush as me, but he has a shitty spot because hes on the other side, so the car pulls up to us, and then he runs like a freakin retard out of the bushes and away from the building. At this moment, the car is only a few feet away from me and it starts backing up about 5 feet with the headlights aiming directly into the bush, so I'm scared shitless. Then the car pulls forward, and I let out a sigh of relief... but then soon after I hear.. *thump, thump, Thump, THUMP...* "HAHA!! Take THIS!!" And my friend runs UP TO THE CAR and starts throwing eggs at it and then runs off again. Me pissed as hell, I run out of the bushes and run after him. After we get away, I tackle him on the ground, but barely keeping a strait face. Funniest thing ever....

That's actually nothing. When I was dorming a few years back it was 4 of us in one suite, 2 bedrooms and a common area (plus kitchen and bathroom of course). My suitemate used to get piss drunk and never know when to quit because he just NEVER threw up. I remember it was the first Friday back in school. We all got hammered. I was toasted and ended up vomitting in my bed and almost sleeping in it (thank god my room mate was just coming in the room and saved me). My suitemate got up in the middle of the night to pee, except he didn't make it to the bathroom. Instead he made it to his roommates bed, while he was sleeping in it! The result was quite interesting. :D Another time the same suitemate got up to pee and almost did it again. this time my roommate stopped him and told him to go to the bathroom. He sort of made it there, but not inside the bathroom. Instead he ended up peeing on the external wall of the bathroom and all over the floor. Of course, he never remembered any of it!
:lol2::lol2::lol2::lol2::lol2::lol2: :lol2: Thats great. I am in tears from laughing so hard.

I've thrown up shit that looked like blood-Me and my cuz were drinkin some sh*ty mad dog 20/20 (i think it was strawberry&cream & some other red fruity sh*t) not what i would normally drink but a friend gave it to me for my birthday. So I slamed two pints of that, then we went on a weed hunt. walked up to my boyz' house down the street, and he gave up molsens' after about 6-8 of those and some treez we go back home. surely enough the mad dog was fightin the molsen as i was layin in my bed. So I got up to puke, but its pitch dark, as I stumble for this ceramic head (other drunk story) i stubed my toe on my weight bunch and the mad dog starts commin up. so i try to cover my mouth, but that didn't stop sh*t it sprayed EVERYTHING i swear! So i passout wake up the next morning and my room looks like someone got shot. theres red sh*t from wall to wall,ceiling to floor. I spent 2-3 hours cleanin it and theres still traces. That was the last time I puked...and drank maddog 20/20

Fantastic thread!

I have a few stories...

I decided one night to get my best friends together and head into town to go clubbing (we've NEVER done it, didn't get to that night either - I'm getting there.) This is also only the second time I'm meeting my mate's girlfriend.

Anyways, they turn up and we start hitting the bourbons. Fast. We're having fun, taking pictures (this was when I still had my long hair and goatee...some of you know which pic I'm talking about), dancing around just being clowns. We walk the fifteen minutes to the train station and get on the train.

5 minutes later I'm leaning against the side of the train with my head in my hands, my right leg covered in puke after having sent everything from dinner onwards back up. Dude behind me hands my friend a beer box and goes "looks like your mate needs this more than I do." Too late buddy, but thanks anyway. The rest I can remember is just seeing feet at the station as I'm carried around, they give me water, I throw it back up again. About an hour I was carried around, just looking at the floor. They manage to get me back on the train, we mission back out with me asleep on the train. We stop, I'm fine, laughing and joking all the way but as soon as I see my bed I just pass out completely. Mate's girlfriend didn't have her ID anyway so clubbing was a non-issue (although she did have a low cut top and great...assets...that we figured would get her into any club).

Was interesting explaining the state of my jeans to my mom the next morning.

Another one is more recent, I had a party in March, drank shitloads of liquid E's (vodka/champagne/red bull). This party was to introduce a girl that was boarding with me from the states to all my friends. I didn't do anything to burn the energy from the drinks off, so as soon as my sister and her fiance turn up, I start to feel ill. We're sitting outside, I go "be right back guys" and spend the next half hour in the laundry toilet forcing myself to throw everything up.


Last one was a few months ago. Went into town with zebrathree, Moss1O6GTi and my friend chris. Drank a lot of bourbon too fast, then had a kebab. On the way back I feel a bit off, so I stick my head out of back window on the motorway.

I tell you, rain vs face hurts at 100kph.

Got to Chris, washed z3's car off with a hose, then went home, puked some more in the laundry toilet again (must be fate) then slept like a baby.


Should we rename the thread?

Should we rename the thread?

Sure, I don't see why not... shoot. :smokin:

Fantastic thread!

I have a few stories...

I decided one night to get my best friends together and head into town to go clubbing (we've NEVER done it, didn't get to that night either - I'm getting there.) This is also only the second time I'm meeting my mate's girlfriend.

Anyways, they turn up and we start hitting the bourbons. Fast. We're having fun, taking pictures (this was when I still had my long hair and goatee...some of you know which pic I'm talking about), dancing around just being clowns. We walk the fifteen minutes to the train station and get on the train.

5 minutes later I'm leaning against the side of the train with my head in my hands, my right leg covered in puke after having sent everything from dinner onwards back up. Dude behind me hands my friend a beer box and goes "looks like your mate needs this more than I do." Too late buddy, but thanks anyway. The rest I can remember is just seeing feet at the station as I'm carried around, they give me water, I throw it back up again. About an hour I was carried around, just looking at the floor. They manage to get me back on the train, we mission back out with me asleep on the train. We stop, I'm fine, laughing and joking all the way but as soon as I see my bed I just pass out completely. Mate's girlfriend didn't have her ID anyway so clubbing was a non-issue (although she did have a low cut top and great...assets...that we figured would get her into any club).

Was interesting explaining the state of my jeans to my mom the next morning.

Another one is more recent, I had a party in March, drank shitloads of liquid E's (vodka/champagne/red bull). This party was to introduce a girl that was boarding with me from the states to all my friends. I didn't do anything to burn the energy from the drinks off, so as soon as my sister and her fiance turn up, I start to feel ill. We're sitting outside, I go "be right back guys" and spend the next half hour in the laundry toilet forcing myself to throw everything up.


Last one was a few months ago. Went into town with zebrathree, Moss1O6GTi and my friend chris. Drank a lot of bourbon too fast, then had a kebab. On the way back I feel a bit off, so I stick my head out of back window on the motorway.

I tell you, rain vs face hurts at 100kph.

Got to Chris, washed z3's car off with a hose, then went home, puked some more in the laundry toilet again (must be fate) then slept like a baby.


Should we rename the thread?
Unlike this softcock, I am a proper man, hence I can hold my booze, hence I've never thrown up from alcohol, no matter how much I drink.


I deserve a medal.

I deserve a medal.

http://www.zia.org/images/Silver%20Medal.jpg

Yes, it's silver. I am the eternal holder of the gold.

Unlike this softcock, I am a proper man, hence I can hold my booze, hence I've never thrown up from alcohol, no matter how much I drink.


I deserve a medal.

I use to say the same shit until I found out what alcohols sit well in your stomach and which don't. try drinkin sweet booze then wash it down with some strong lagers-as fast as possible. also, slam a bunch
of malt liquor(st. idles,steel reserves) than tell me how hard you are.
If you where in person and said that i'd give you a shot of yegr with some ipecac syrup...lol if you can hold that down i'll give you that medal.

another drunk story-I was in florida(from tri-state area). some friends and I where drinkin at some high school party. After about 3-4hours, the parents come home and started telling people they would have to leave. So after tappin the keg we went to some other peoples appartment and start doin drinkin games. we all got trashed!! soon after my friend decides to go for a walk because we started smokin pot-(hates the smell now) so were all blazed and we passout. The next morning one of the neighbors left a message on the machine that she found someone passout on her stairs(friend that took a walk) She thought he overdosed or something so she called 911. two firetrucks and an ambulance rolled up with lights&sirens. they took him to the hospital because they thought he was on herion. Found out the next day that he forgot the appt.#(The reason I thought this was funny is because it was the first appt. on the ground floor.-only two floors-and the passed out on the appt. steps just above us.slept til noon before911 was called so a few people walked right pass him without disturbing him. must have happened before. close but no cigar...lol

Unlike this softcock, I am a proper man, hence I can hold my booze, hence I've never thrown up from alcohol, no matter how much I drink.


I deserve a medal.

Only seen you drunk once, you don't drink enough.

Proper man, pfffff

lol yes it was Zywiec - I hate that stuff - same goes for Okocim. Makes me sick anyways, so when drank with a rancid chicken sandwich as a base... watch out! I guess back at that time I must have taken a few from my Tat (probably broke thats why), because there's no way I would have wasted money on Zywiec...

I like Lezajsk Pilsner, thats all my Pollock uncles buy and its pretty good - I think I might just buy 6-12 for my Beer Fridge this Christmas. Now THAT I've gotta post pics of! My favourite tradition of the year!!


you dont like Zywiec!! I love that shit... i drank 8 of those 500ml bottles in a couple hours when i was in poland last time :D I was cruuuunk

i think Zywiec, Tyskie and Lech are some of the best beers in the world

u should get wasted then goto his house and piss in his dryer then turn it on for like 10 min

Tell him to clean it up. At a party at my friends house one of our friends PEED in the little garbage can NEXT to the toilet. The bag even had a hole in it! Scary thing is SHE is the oldest at 26!



what the fuck!?

that's just dumb, get her IQ checked.