I was bored, and looking for a subject for my 200TH POST (ding!), so I thought about drinking stories. Funny drinking stories. We all drink, we all got stories. So, share your stories of getting drunk or getting others drunk.
About six months ago, the gang and I finally got together for drinking. I was supposed to go "shot for shot" with a buddy of mine, but he pussed out and I ended up drinking everybody under the table. Problem was, they spiked my chaser (Coke) with more vodka...so I ended up having twice as much vodka & whiskey in me. And vokda+whiskey=sickness. So, while the booze was churnin' in my tummy, I smacked my best friend's girlfriend's ass and started blacking out. I remember pukin' in the toilet while the others crowded around me...then I woke up shivering, in only my Star Wars boxers, not remembering a damned thing.
I'll never get that drunk again...without a good reason.
Im in the Navy, and four years ago I was on a port visit in Nice, France.Me and my boys go out to this great bar called Thors and we get absolutley plastered. We close the place down, and were milling around outside talking to these hot french girls. I have take a seat on the curb talking to one of them and get this, I PASS OUT on the street. My boys LEAVE my ass asleep on the street and start walking back to the boat. This girl wakes me up and tells me Ive been left. I can see my friends about six blocks up the street and I start staggering in the direction theyre going. They dont hear my drunken yells after them and jump in a cab. So here I am alone, drunk in a foreign city. But Im not broke, I do have money to get a cab back to the ship, but the problem is I cant dare show up alone because I would be in deep shit for breaking the buddy system rule. So now I become almost completley sober and walk around trying to find someone from the ship I can go back with. After getting some help from some nice french hookers I find a group of guys from the ship and we all jump in a cab going back to the boat. When I get back to the spot where the liberty docks at my friend Jamal is sitting there waiting. See my friends didnt actuall leave me alone, they actually left me with Jamal. When I dozed off he went to this girls house a few blocks away to do whatever and left me with her friend. When he came back and saw I wasnt there, he got a cab and came back. So were both pissed at the other for leaving each other. After we figured out what had happened we sat there waiting for the next boat and I pass out again. My Captain wakes me up and tells me and Jamal to jump in his boat with the other officers to go back. So while were riding back I fall asleep AGAIN on my captains shoulder (!) and he helps carry my drunk ass up the ramp to the ship...LOL. Crazy night which I still get ribbed about from my old CO when i run into him. He even told that story to my mother at my reenlistment....LOL.
You know youre old when you try to convince some kid that was born in the freakin 80's that Samus Aran could whip Lara Croft's cave dwelling ass. Honestly, has there ever been a cooler weapon in the history of video games than the Screw Attack?
When I was much younger (and more reckless) some friends and I played a cool drinking game called Three Man. You played with a pair of dice. I can't remember the rules, except that besides the regular six or so rules, the person designated as the three man could make new rules. Anybody else heard of this game or one similarly played?
I'd like to play again one day when the college gang gets together and we want to be 20 and reckless again, but it was so long ago last I played and I wound up getting tanked, so I've got foogy memories. Any help is appreciated.
Originally posted by DrOpWhen I was much younger (and more reckless) some friends and I played a cool drinking game called Three Man. You played with a pair of dice. I can't remember the rules, except that besides the regular six or so rules, the person designated as the three man could make new rules.
3 Man is the reason it took me seven years to graduate university.
I learned it from a friend when I was living in Portland, Maine, and brought it back to Halifax in time for Dalhousie University Frosh Week '92. During one of our "training" sessions for new Frosh leaders (I was on the committee running Frosh Week) we had a three-table game of 3 Man going at one of the bars downtown...probably 30-40 people playing at once.
At our table, we had one guy who kept rolling the dice off the table...meaning he had to chug his entire beer. After the fourth time he did this...doesn't the guy lean forward and throw up over the ENTIRE table, back into his pitcher and everything. That was the end of 3 Man for that night.
The reason he peeled off your registration sticker is so he could glue it onto his plates. Your plates are worthless to him, they're registered to you. But the sticker is just a sticker that says the registration fee for the year has been paid.