Are You A Trashbag?

[Christian Taylor]

my friend sent me this - thought it was amusing...

Trash bag is an Australian invented word, but a global concept. A Trash bag is one who engages in excessive behaviour while partying, and generally makes a disgrace of themselves - in a good way.

True trash bagging doesn't involve just alcohol. It is a way of life. On a night out, a Trash bag should participate in at least 5 of the following:

Drinking at least a bottle of wine or cheap champagne BEFORE leaving the house

Purposely not eating before you hit the bars, because it'll slow down the drinking process.

Drinking more than 10 jagerbombs.

Eating in at least three of the major fast food outlets in the course of one evening.

Starting up deep conversations with randoms while waiting in the toilet queue.

Dancing on any available table, not discriminating against pool tables of course.

Requesting so many songs that the music is like your own play list, and the DJ hates you.

Screaming I LOVE THIS SONG for every song.

Having the bouncers, bar staff and DJ all know you at your local.

Putting your bags on the floor and dancing around them so you have more movement.

Inventing new dance moves, such as the moose, the elephant

Bringing out old dance moves such as the monkey, the nut bush or the sprinkler.

Clearing the dance floor and getting strange looks from everyone thats not you.

Taking a hip flask of vodka in your handbag or jacket

Writing things on yourself and everyone around you.

Telling random people that they're hot. And more importantly, that you are.

Drinking Smirnoff blacks because they have 1.9 standard drinks, or Coopers Sparkling, cause it is 5.9% alcohol.

Taking at least 60 photos of yourself.

Taking photos of yourself and your friends on the toilet.

Sucking face with a random on the dance floor. And then another. And another. And, well, you get the picture...

Starting drinking at 3pm.

Continuing till the next afternoon.

Wearing a skirt so short you need to wear shorts (or special undies) underneath.

Staying somewhere till you get kicked out, then catching a cab to somewhere else that's 5mins down the road.

Walking out of a club and the sun is up, the birds are chirping, and noticing that the person you've been suck facing is not as attractive as you thought

Being that person on their way home as people are jogging, and going to work/school.

Doing the walk of shame, either home or out of the club, with shoes in hand.

Choosing a corner to dance in so you can dance like mo fos in your own privacy.

Crying/stacking it/booting/all three.

Sustaining an unidentified party injury.

Making emotional phone calls to friends you haven't spoken to in a while. Or worse, family.

Getting into serious conversations with cab drivers that end with you mocking and insulting them.

Pre drinks before going out is not an idea, it is a necessity.

[jackie87]

When I think of trashbag I think of a disgusting fluoro Supre slut pissing in Hyde Park so I like to think I am and am not on some occasions

[Brad]

I was sent the same email Christian... from my sister who is a Solicitor... I was like... "huh - what are you saying about me sis" heheh

[robbie]

I "was" one of "those" but now I've found god.. :)

[Gruso]

When I think of trashbag I think of a disgusting fluoro Supre slut pissing in Hyde ParkAh, the grace of the modern young lady. It brings a tear to the eye.

[Cheetah77]

I used to be a Trash Bag, these days I tend to be a crack bag - Trash Bag vs Crack Whore.

While I don't do it that very often anymore, when I do it, oh, do I do it??

[timmeyboy]

lOVE IT, SENT IT ON TO MY MATE AND SHE IS A TRASHBAG!!!! HAHAHAHA

[Asherbella]

Being a trashbag is a peer group thing, an insecurity, a mask, a coping devise, I think. Just my opinion.

[rudeboy86]

Oh f*ck!

I just saw the trashbag criteria list...I'm screwed...I thought most of those points were normal parts of drunkeness.

[Dash80]

Seeing as i answered yes to more of those than i like to admit, id have to say i am the definition of trashbag

[Mama Catastrophe]

Well if that list is the criteria then it looks Mama is most definitely a trash bag and f*cking proud of it.

[andrewc]

Support is out there :

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/group.php?gid=4314107770

[bodyrocker]

Reformed trashbag myself...

I remember when i worked as an accounts bitch for a mechanic my boss always use to say to me every monday morning... How many guys did you hook up with???
What time did you get home this morning??? Or he'd just say you look like shit....

Good times!

[Anthony Mahera]

I "was" one of "those" but now I've found god.. :)

LOL Where was he?? I have been looking for so long for that bastard!!

I'm a good boy these days but do tend to have my trashbag moments, like on Thursday night (more like morning) went skinny dipping at Bondi Beach with my bestie completely trashed. Ahhh I love those trashbag moments :)

[Light-Bearer]

I'm such a trash bag- that once I vomitted in my hands. I had no where to throw the vomit, so I decided to just bite the bullet and swallow it again.

[camiseta]

See Light-Bearer that is the sign of true trashbaggery. Being able to recover from a sticky situation like nothing has happened. Seamless. I find the door pocket of your car is a sneaky place to deposit vomit. Especially when you're stopped at a red light.

[robbie]

LOL Where was he?? I have been looking for so long for that bastard!!

I'm a good boy these days but do tend to have my trashbag moments, like on Thursday night (more like morning) went skinny dipping at Bondi Beach with my bestie completely trashed. Ahhh I love those trashbag moments :)

His number was on the back of some cubicle toilet so I gave him a buzz. :)

[honey-prawns]

i was once and i have faith i will be again

[andrewesmitt]

I'm such a trash bag- that once I vomitted in my hands. I had no where to throw the vomit, so I decided to just bite the bullet and swallow it again.

i saw a girl do that at my primary school, except she vomited and sneezed at the same time so it was like an explosion

[Asherbella]

is there a difference between skank & trashbag?

[rudeboy86]

is there a difference between skank & trashbag?

Yes!

Skank is a dance and skanking is the act of doing said dance.

Trashbag has been explained in this thread I think...

[naughtylion]

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I LOVE THIS EMAIL!

Went around a couple of years ago and has since been updated a bit. But yeah I think that's what makes it funny... the hand over the mouth while reading realising you've done some/ all on the list.

And yeah defo a trashbag.

[pioneer_to_the_falls]

I'm a trashbag. Not because I'm insecure or want to fit in with my friends, but because that's the way I roll :p. I must admit that my Golden Age of trashbaggery is long gone... ahh, to be 18 again haha.

[genkij]

Me ?? NEVER !!

( My Mum reads these things!)

[Asherbella]

In England they're called 'chavs' - in the USA 'trailer trash'.
Any defining Aussie qualities our British & Yank equivalents don't have? lol
Like Craig McLoughlin's CD 'Hey, Mona!' lol

[Light-Bearer]

I'm just trash.
Pure and simple.

[Asherbella]

I'm just trash.
Pure and simple.

If we ever got our photo taken together: title - 'Trash with Ash' or 'Ash Makes Dash for Trash'? lol

[joejoe84]

"In England they're called 'chavs'"

I wouldn't say Trashbaggery is the same as being a chav. Chav's might practice it but it's very different. Chav's are more like bogans - common and "without class", who idolise people like 50 cent (or in a bogans case; rubbish 80's stadium-rock bands) and watch dire films like The Fast & Furious. They also have a desire to kit themselves in garish sports wear - The Kappa tracksuit being the iconic uniform (see Vicky Pollard). I am a trashbag but I'm certainly not a chav. I am a big advocate of being a mess at the end of a night, as long as I don't offend anyone...

[Asherbella]

Sorry. Thanks for the update. x

[Light-Bearer]

I was once walking down the street and found an entire bag of E.
I kid you not.
I decided that it was the universes way of telling me, I had to get munted.

So off I went, with my little bag, leaving a trail of chaos behind me.

Days later, I returned home, and I was living at my parents house.

My mother awoke to find me dancing infront of the TV, wearing only my underpants and a viking hat.

She began to yell at me, and hit me with a broom stick, the way, ethnic mothers do, when they bust their munted sons dancing infront of the TV, in their underwear.

So I went in to the bedroom, and put on talk back radio, and the TV simultaneously, while jumping up and down on the bed.

I flew off the bed, and went head first into a cupboard, where every blanket that my mother had been hording since World War Two seemed to be stored.

My mother heard a huge crashing sound, and came running into the bedroom, to find me smothered in blankets and still in underwear and viking hat.

She spits at me, and yells at me, swiping me with her fist, the way, ethnic mothers do, when their munted sons are head first, in the blanket cupboard, wearing only a viking hat and underpants.

I was 30 at the time.

[naughtylion]

HAHAHAHA!!!! Vlad ur awesome.

[joejoe84]

"Skank is a dance and skanking is the act of doing said dance."

Well that makes me a skanky-trashbag then... *puts on the Specials and proceeds to skull a cask of vinegar tasting wine*

[rudeboy86]

"Skank is a dance and skanking is the act of doing said dance."

Well that makes me a skanky-trashbag then... *puts on the Specials and proceeds to skull a cask of vinegar tasting wine*

Yay!!!

Somebody understands...

[rudeboy86]

I was once walking down the street and found an entire bag of E.
I kid you not.
I decided that it was the universes way of telling me, I had to get munted.

So off I went, with my little bag, leaving a trail of chaos behind me.

Days later, I returned home, and I was living at my parents house.

My mother awoke to find me dancing infront of the TV, wearing only my underpants and a viking hat.

She began to yell at me, and hit me with a broom stick, the way, ethnic mothers do, when they bust their munted sons dancing infront of the TV, in their underwear.

So I went in to the bedroom, and put on talk back radio, and the TV simultaneously, while jumping up and down on the bed.

I flew off the bed, and went head first into a cupboard, where every blanket that my mother had been hording since World War Two seemed to be stored.

My mother heard a huge crashing sound, and came running into the bedroom, to find me smothered in blankets and still in underwear and viking hat.

She spits at me, and yells at me, swiping me with her fist, the way, ethnic mothers do, when their munted sons are head first, in the blanket cupboard, wearing only a viking hat and underpants.

I was 30 at the time.

HAHAHA!!!

OMFG I actually have the hiccups now from laughing that hard...

[meezon04]

Brilliant hahaha

[pioneer_to_the_falls]

hahahahahahahahaha

Best story I've read on SameSame... ever!

[boysdontcry]

My story cant really follow the one above, but i'll tell it anyway.
2 years ago my parents went away for easter leaving me home alone. i think they just wanted to get away from me for a while.
I didn't take having the whole house to myself to advertise a party on myspace or "borrow" their car, crash it and have to come up with a get rich quick scheme to pay for repairs.
I went on a speed binge. It lasted the whole weekend during which i didn't sleep. but i didn't go clubbing or anything like that. I was only 16.
I redecorated my room by putting a graffitti art mural on the wall. It was great, it filled one wall and overflowed onto the roof and the two adjoining walls.
That made me decide the rest of the house needed redecorating. So i caught a cab to the nearest bunnings and bought the coolest colours of paint i could find.
I even went to an op shop and bought old sheets to lay on the floor.
I speen the next few, speed induced days, meticulously painting the house. The living room was purple, the dining room red, the kitchen yellow etc. And these weren't pale, interior decorating colours, they were PURPLE! and RED! and YELLOW! When i finished the last room, the first was dry, so i decided to finish off my vision by making feature walls in each room. These consisted of me writing chapters from my favourite books in posca on one wall of each room.
I was dying to see my parents reaction, but i finally passed out i think an hour before they got home.

I woke up in rehab.

when I got home i found they had repainted all my work. What disappointed me the most was those walls held the best penmanship i had ever made before or since, it was this beautiful script i've never been able to replicate.

[Light-Bearer]

Waking up in Rehab is simultaneously confusing and comforting.

The suprise piss tests are my favourite.

[boysdontcry]

I just never want to "reach my full potential" out of sheer spite. There's only so many times you can hear that said before your full potential becomes to go postal

[honey-prawns]

Waking up in Rehab is simultaneously confusing and comforting.

The suprise piss tests are my favourite.

a treat for the moistules

[ToraHymen]

Im Queen of Trashbags and proud of it! But only one night a week :)

[genkij]

I was once walking down the street and found an entire bag of E.
I kid you not.
I decided that it was the universes way of telling me, I had to get munted.

So off I went, with my little bag, leaving a trail of chaos behind me.

Days later, I returned home, and I was living at my parents house.

My mother awoke to find me dancing infront of the TV, wearing only my underpants and a viking hat.

She began to yell at me, and hit me with a broom stick, the way, ethnic mothers do, when they bust their munted sons dancing infront of the TV, in their underwear.

So I went in to the bedroom, and put on talk back radio, and the TV simultaneously, while jumping up and down on the bed.

I flew off the bed, and went head first into a cupboard, where every blanket that my mother had been hording since World War Two seemed to be stored.

My mother heard a huge crashing sound, and came running into the bedroom, to find me smothered in blankets and still in underwear and viking hat.

She spits at me, and yells at me, swiping me with her fist, the way, ethnic mothers do, when their munted sons are head first, in the blanket cupboard, wearing only a viking hat and underpants.

I was 30 at the time.

YOU TOO !!!

[Grumpy]

Don't drink much so am only trashbag when out partying on drugs. Just don't know when to stop...hehehe!!!! Come on just another double bump from my bullett for the road. F**k I'm flying again.....ooohhh eeeeeeee.

[rudeboy86]

I knew a guy who thought it would be a smart idea to keep a bottle of Jungle Juice (amyl) to his nose on the dancefloor for a good few hours or so more...he was munted on pills but the problem with this overuse of amyl was that his blood pressure dropped to the point that his fingertips were blue...

I saw him and went, ok mate let's go to The Alfred. Just as well it was only down the road and I was not blind drunk at the time. Got him to Emergency and admitted, stayed for a bit but the my pill had just kicked in and I was in la la land, my mate drove.