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What is your best drunken story?

Discussion in 'General Chat' started by Medro, Jun 26, 2011.

  1. Medro

    Medro Well-Known Member

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    Mad.<doh>
     
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  2. Medro

    Medro Well-Known Member

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    Yes mate. Was up last Wednesday night. I'm only 28, but felt like a grandpa compared to the age of some of them.
     
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  3. John Smith

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    <erm> For someone who has had that experience more than once, I can assure you they never try and interview you until you are below the drink drive limit.

    That's one of the most annoying ****ing things they do... 'You know you were 4 times the legal driving limit?' - With a tutting frown on.

    'Err, lucky I was walking home then officer!' <doh>
     
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  4. Skylarker

    Skylarker PL High Commissioner

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    About 5 years ago i drove my transit luton van into London, parked up and went out all night drinking etc. Got back to the van absolutely ****ed, jumped in the back for a sleep. Woke up 18 hours later in Norwich. Van had been clamped and towed to the ****ing compound! Proper head **** when i opened the back up
     
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  5. BH1972RFC

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    Ok I'll tell you a good wan. Had been down in Belmont's in Banbridge with a few of the lads and after getting mashed in their "Cocktail Bar" found myself woken up by some burd in her bed telling me "quick, get in the ****in wardrobe". Obviously I was trying to find my bearings but took her word for it and got in there. I must've been in there for what seemed like an hour. Now during this period of time it became apparent (due to conversations heard between her and her mum and dad) that she didn't own her own gaff, but lived with her folks. Eventually she opened the door after the parents had gone and I got out, did the "Kerbstone & Flag Check" and breathed out a sigh of relief as there were Union Flags allez uber der platz. Wee kiss on the lips and out the door and I soon recognised that I was in the Brownstone Estate in Portadown. Well by **** I pegged it sharpish right out of there and down to Mahon Road barracks where I worked then ordered taxi back to Drummad Barracks in Armagh where I lived.

    On the Monday morning a mate of mine who was seeing a burd from Portadown (and had been in The Belmont that night) pulled me to one side and said "what the **** were you playing at going back to HER house". I was like "what the **** you on about". Well, it only transpired that it was Mark "Swinger" Fulton's sister. 2 I/C of the LVF at the time <laugh><laugh>
     
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