Great story, GG Allin, yes he was some kind...
Drinking to fast and throwing up, well let the alcohol do it`s wonders first. But I know that greed, in company especially
Once, a good friend of mine wanted to meet me on new years eve at 3 am somewhere but just found another friend who was with me in the late night bus totally loaded and unconcious carrying 6 traffic signs with him.
Well, i'll put it this - getting supplies for a party doesn't mean buying half of liquor store :) We had 10 liters of strong drinks - vodka and tequila. Loads of beer, cider
and a barrel (around 20liters) of homemade apple vine. We have been sipping that vine for months.. Not months weeks... Who am i trying to fool, it was gone within 3-4 days.
Blacking out is one of the wierdest things I have experienced everytime it seems like I black out it seems like i wake up remembering laying down and sleeping thinking just got drunk then went to bed without anything eventful occurring. then when I inquire with the people around me about the reason I now have a limp they give me an extraordinarily embarrassing story about me some how dropping my underwear in the toilet and stumbling around for an hour or two.
"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me." hunter s. thompson god rest his soul
Mr. Viking wrote:I have just about zero memory of yesterday. Saw shane-o-matic, lost shane-o-matic, went to the pub. pretended to be Douglas Denholm and was apparently found in the close by friends of a neighbour. I woke up in my best jimjams, but with the curtains open. I also have copious bruising
lol right now my body has various bruises and a limp on my left leg this morning feels like i tore a tendon in it but it doesn't hurt.
"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me." hunter s. thompson god rest his soul
I recently got tanked one Friday night, started watching my second Netflix movie of the night, only to wake up the next morning not knowing what day it was, not remembering going to bed, not remembering turning off the TV, not knowing how all the cups on the tv tray got knocked off in the floor, not knowing why the dog was sleeping in the kitchen instead of in her doggie bed in the hall bathroom...then checking the Netlix guide to see what the second movie was because I couldn't remember
WhiskeyReb wrote:I recently got tanked one Friday night, started watching my second Netflix movie of the night, only to wake up the next morning not knowing what day it was, not remembering going to bed, not remembering turning off the TV, not knowing how all the cups on the tv tray got knocked off in the floor, not knowing why the dog was sleeping in the kitchen instead of in her doggie bed in the hall bathroom...then checking the Netlix guide to see what the second movie was because I couldn't remember
yes, nothing is quite like waking up not having a clue what has happened, especially if one has been out. It's rare for it to be something good, but certainly a unique experience
"I spent all of my money on cars, women and booze, the rest of it I squandered" G. Best
My blacking out these days has happened after exposing myself and waking up in jail because I disgusted somebody else, or worse, is not acceptable drunkard behavior.
Yeah, I talked to someone sitting next to me today that I haven't seen in a year or two. Poor bastard said he had to Dry Out. Seems that every time he took a sip, he would keep going until a week went missing, and when he made his rounds, no one would look him the eye. Or else they'd be pounding on his door.
Sounds like a helluva Drunkard on paper, but in real life, that won't last for very long.
A Modern Drunkard can still take care of business, still get shit done. There's a difference between letting go of control and dancing on the edge,
and losing control and falling off permanently. That's just being a raging mad drunk. God help any trainwreck, love 'em as we might.
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Can we drink now? ---peetie44
At rock bottom, there is no down. ---The Oett ^ ^ ^ Yes his entire cutlery set and all utensils are made from assorted broken bottles.--- The Artful Detective
Just remember Hugh: a good cocktail in a shitty glass is better that a shitty cocktail in a pretty glass.---The Badfellow
I'll buy the first round if you promise to stop being a cunt. --- Dear Booze
mistah willies wrote:...A Modern Drunkard can still take care of business, still get shit done. There's a difference between letting go of control and dancing on the edge,
and losing control and falling off permanently. That's just being a raging mad drunk. God help any trainwreck, love 'em as we might.
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That deserves an Ayup.
"Booznik. Smooth, classy and manatee-like." --Bur
"Oh, you've been reading your Sir Kenelm Digby, haven't you? Stick to the mead recipes, especially that of the Mayor of Moscovy. That shizz is SACK!!!" --Badfellow
"Now stop and DRINK! bastards." --mistah willies
"A stand alone place for booze is as essential for a home, as is a bed to sleep on." --Miklo
Coming to your senses and realizing your wallet is still there.
Discomforting:
if you lie on the floor and the superior at your job is ringing the door bell and you think its the police and dont react and thengo to bed abd get called 50times until youncall in sick. And get a warning letter two weeks after that
I woke up in my house after steady drinking and first thing I notice, Geez, this mattress is hard. Then I undrunkened up a little bit after rolling around and realized I was on the floor next to my bed. Didn't quite make the bed. Boy was I embarrassed. But nobody saw me so that was cool.
I just got out of jail thought i would get a nice buzz, i go from being tipsy to waking up the next day with my family mad at me. I dont know what I did but im pretty sure it involved me telling everyone to fuck off for no reason. next time I'll try to keep in mind the fact that I went a while without a drink before diving in head first.
"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me." hunter s. thompson god rest his soul
Well, just a few mornings ago my wife woke me up frantic, wondering why the bathroom was basically painted with blood. There was literally blood on every surface in there. Turns out that a friend had given me a ride to resupply the night before and I fell in the street outside my house, skinned up my knees and one hand all to hell. Wife was asleep when I got in, and apparently I just went in the bathroom and did some sort of wild flailing dance. Otherwise I have no explanation for blood being on all four walls and the ceiling.
Not by best blackout story by far, just the most recent.
I also once drank a half gallon of vodka and a shit ton of beer at a friends house. I stumbled into his fridge and knocked this huge fucking jar of change off the top which shattered. They tell me I spent the better part of an hour arguing that that change now rightfully belonged to be. It didn't work, and so I proceeded to pass out on his porch with my ass hanging out of my pants in plain sight of his elderly neighbor's kitchen window.
into each life a little stroh's must fall - surreal
i told my landlord and all the other tenants they could fuck off if they don't like hank- hellbound glory
