So, after a 'lot' of thought about it, I decided to take the lassie out in Edinburgh for what was meant to be a few drinks. Ended up both getting absolutely hammered. Has anyone ever been to the vodka bar there? I vow to never again have any of those shots again in my life. Ever. Missed the last train, had to get a train to a different place and taxi it home Didn't even attempt to get my jam roll, I don't think I even managed to get my clothes off when I got home, never mind trying it during fit of passion. Decent night
I don't like the fact the you can remember things and didn't wake up outside. Very amateurish indeed sir.
You're supposed to sleep on street and waking up not remembering a thing but being covered in your own (or someone else's) vomit and/or blood. That's what I used to do!
I woke up in my livingroom on the one seater, with a crippled neck/back. It must have looked a more attractive option than the three seater when I got in Plus it's getting cold again
I remember once being out at a 'garden party' with folk from work. Very la dee daa. Me and the guy I was there with tanked a bottle of Morgans in just over an hour so we could go elsewhere. After half 10 the rest of the night is a blackout. I woke up in my bed - bonus. BUT, I had seemingly got in at half 6 and my jeans/top were black Still don't know to this day what happened.
This is an excellent night out. I drank a bottle of Buckie at a BBQ, then proceeded to drink lots of vodka and beer, then someone thought it'd be a good idea to buy a bottle of Aftershock. I woke up at 10am the next day, laying on a grass verge wearing a burds denim jacket and her joggies and my trainers and nowt else. I was drunk for the rest of the day too. OOFFFFT
That sounds class However, I feel you can have these nights and still feel ok the next day. There's always one night out that sticks out like a sore thumb when I think about drink. Me and my cousin sat in the ****tiest pub ever and just drank halfs all night, the same thing, one after another. It had the feeling of being 'one of those nights', the nights when someone would know they'd get away with raping you. I bumped into my dad though and made it home. My head hit the pillow when I got home and I spewed. I got up and spewed. I went downstairs and spewed. I made it to the bathroom to brush my teeth then sleep on the couch My mum was left to clean the lovely pink sick, she wished she never gave me totties and carrots that night for dinner P.S - I felt fine after this.
So many times I that has happened to me. Only happened a few weeks ago. Went to the pub straight after work. Remember leaving the pub about 10. My mate found me passed out on the front garden with a bag of curry. My favourite night of all time is when I woke up with 2 black eyes, chipped tooth, split lip, bloodied nose. No idea how it happened! Remember nothing.
Post Spew is great. I spewed for ten hours one Saturday, the ends parts were mostly brown and black stuff comin' up. There was a point where my throat was so burned by my stomach acid that it constricted and nearly blocked my pipes, could hardly breathe - I'm pretty sure I was shouting for my mammy that night! After it was all finished I felt fantastic, like a massive detox.
Been there but not quite for 10 hours. Had black spew coming out my mouth and nose at the same time. Thought I was going to have to go to hospital. Finally crawled into bed, slept for about 10 hours and woke up feeling fine.
Me n' my mate camped out when we were 16, so we could get drunk and stay out late. He drank two bottles of Buckie and became completely insensible. He said he was bursting for a ****e, so went out about 10 yards from the tent, pulled the breeks down and proceeded to defecate into his pants/jeans. Whilst attempting to pull his pants/jeans back up, he slipped backwards and fell into a complete ****ty mess. After discovering his predicament in a moment of clarity, he burst out laughing and came back towards the tent. I persuaded him that this would be the wrong course of action to take, so he went to a nearby stream and washed the best he could. In my top ten of funniest moments ever.
I cant remember where we were but we were camping in the arse end of no were, one of my mates had a bottle of absinthe with him, which he decided it would be ok to drink like normal booze and have an occasional beer in between glasses. He drank about 3/4 of the absinthe and 6 bottles of beer and was completely ****ed. He decided he needed to **** but couldn't manage on his own so he got 2 guys to hold him up while he shat. He crouched for about 5 minutes then began to shout about how he couldn't do it because it was degrading, pulled his trousers up and proceeded to **** him self. We still talk about his grand slam ****, spew and piss in one go.
Amateur. It's not a proper night out if you don't wake up the next morning in a skip to find that one of your kidneys has been harvested and a tramp has made off with your shoes.
I often spend part of the next day convinced that I mustve given some taxi driver 50 or 100 quid , as that seems the only logical explaination for being home - but not remembering how - and having a completely empty wallet.
