Best friend throws up all over the bathroom floor.

[96Civ]

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.

[fredjacksonsan]

Beautiful. Nice description of the "Technicolor Yawn".

[MBTN]

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

[96Civ]

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.

[kittedb18bt]

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?

[kornflakes28546]

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!

[MBTN]

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)! 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) 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!

[Gotti]

Originally Posted by kittedb18bt

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
good thing it wasnt a friday cause you know what happens then... the stupid weekend rule

[96Civ]

Whats the weekend rule?

[Gotti]

Originally Posted by 96Civ

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

[96Civ]

Originally Posted by Gotti

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.

[kornflakes28546]

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 ) 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

[MBTN]

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

[Zaphod Beeblebrox]

LMAO! "C" rocks!

[-Josh-]

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