I tried to enter my neighbours flat again

[oettinger]

As the title indicates, I either must be a drunk or some kind of romanian gangster.

This is the second time this happened to me.

I went out drinking and apparently stumbled to the wrong floor coming home.

My keys would just not open the door.

I heard voices inside thinking: Damn people are in there and put in a key from the inside.

I rang the doorbell at every other flat around, thinking I needed help. No one answered though.

Then I thought about calling the emergency locksmith service.

Those guys want cash on the spot though.

I stumbled to the gas station and tried to get money from the ATM machine but was too drunk to enter my creditcard.

I stumbled back home thinking maybe I`ll either kick it in or sleep at my parents place and emberass myself again. I tend to do stupid suff on christmass all the time you know.

Ok, another try, I thought, and well, key worked this time, right floor, right time I think

[oettinger]

http://www.drunkard.com/bbs/viewtopic.p ... 1#p1125561

here`s the first time

[mistah willies]

http://www.drunkard.com/bbs/viewtopic.p ... 1#p1125561

here`s the first time

Great story, and it's real. I know about this. Now, always wear your leather. It will protect you. Always mind your leather. There is no hope for drunkard learning. This never occurs, trust me here.

Other people will learn very important lessons. Indeed, that is why they exist.

Please continue to write about the next time.

BTW, how you never remember your floor, but always know the door?

The floor is the best friend.

Rock on, young drunken bastard, and I mean that in the best way.

[oldsmartskunk]

You are a lucky man oettinger. If you were an american, you would already be shot. Multiple times. Those heavy breathing trigger happy people would shoot you even for a chance you might have some oil in your anus (which you probably have), not to mention a fact you tried to enter their home without permission. On that note - try peeing in child's cart while mistaking it for a bathroom, now that's a story about running with your pants down.