Tyson has bad date stories, I have bad drinking stories...

Faceplants,muggings, lost phones, attacking palm trees... its always an adventure with me.

Worst dunk night though ended up with me ejecting my stomach contents onto a police officer's shoes and spending the rest of the evening in the Toowoomba watch house.

Anyone else care to share?

Vomitting in the pot plants outside of The Wickham last time I was up there.

Back steps of my parents house - 5 times.

Villa in Florence on a tour. I stood under a show for an hour to try and get rid of the feeling and couldnt then hurled like you wouldnt believe many times. It echoed up the Villa corridors for all to hear.

Honolulu - admittedly some Maui Wowie mixed in but toilets of Hawaiian Regent.

So I just stopped drinking. Now I might have 1/2 glass of wine if out or 1 drink for a friends birthday but thats it. I would say I would have a drink once every 2-3 months and its only the 1.

I cannot stand that feeling as your mouth moistens up and your head swirls and then the dry heaves hit............................

Ending up in the holding cell of a Adelaide police station- after the nearly an entire section of Hindley Street was arrested for what the police deemed to be a riot. They arrested my entire house. The girl I lived with had to shove a little tin filled with drugs right up her shmoo.

I was not only drunk- but severely tripping balls.

Another time. My mate Ty and myself decided to start drinking Absinthe at 3 in the after noon. By ten thirty - we were fucked, but for some reason kept drinking.

At some point we threw the microwave out of the kitchen window

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Originally Posted by Light-Bearer

Another time. My mate Ty and myself decided to start drinking Absinthe at 3 in the after noon. By ten thirty - we were fucked, but for some reason kept drinking.

At some point we threw the microwave out of the kitchen window

Have never been able to do anything like that. All my friends have similar stories but after the 4th drink my head spins and I hurl. Cheapest drunk . Suppose consider
myself lucky my body just cant tolerate it.

Yet I love many types of drinks.

I don't drink... Hah!

Broken ankles, random scratches, walking through busways, bruises... lots of bruises!

If I had to choose one, the most memorable (pun intended) was drinking all afternoon and then heading into Byron with my uni friends... I got ejected from the Beach hotel... I sat down in the gutter (as you do)... The cops picked me up and put me in the back of the paddy wagon and drove me back to my parent's place (20 kms away)... needless to say my parents were not happy!!!

Hmmmmm which story to tell? both fill me with shame.........packed train? or in bed?


......both involve red wine, im classy like that.

falling asleep in an inner city ally way down the road from a party.

The only way my friends found me was that they could hear my phone ringing in the distance and followed the sound.

I then almost threw up on the bus trip home.. Luckily just as i reached hurl point the bus pulled up at a stop and i leaned out and threw up, much to the amusement/disgust of the 50 people on the bus.

but my best story would be when i started work at a web design place in melbourne. I was the young new kid. Two weeks in one of the girls invited me to a party at her warehouse in collingwood. It was all super cool, and the first time i had drunk cosmopolitans. Needless to say a bottle of wine and 3-4 cosmo's later and i was hurling up in her toliet. Next thing i remember was sitting on her couch when someone yelled "quick get a towel!"

I looked down and i was covered in vomit..

I can't remember much of the taxi trip home or getting into the house... but the next morning i woke in a cold bath with chunks floating on the surface.. How the hell i managed to stay above water i have no idea.

:S

Not quite a drunk story, but , a very hung over one. In Rome, backpacking, after a heavy night on cheap red wine had to get up to do a tour of the Vatican. It was prepayed so I had to. About half way up a very poorly ventilated and narrow stair case in the Dome of St. Peters I threw up. There were at least another 20 in the tour. It was embarrasing and potentially blasphemous.

Ohhh drunk fun times.

I think my worst was on a bottle of white wine. This guys party we were at told us he had some purely herbal pills that we had to try. he assured us they were legal. I dunno what they were but when I looked in the mirror by eyes were like flying saucers. So mix that with about 3 bottles of white wine, I was in the roma street parklands hurling. My mate, bless him, ran to a pharmacy and got me 'Alcodol' - remember that? Saved my life I swear.

Other than that, I was apparently being roudy in a line to get into the exchange, which is weird for me because I'm normally a quiet person. The bouncer was nice though and told me to go for a walk to walk it off and then come back. Let's just say I didn't make it back. I pissed on a church wall and passed out in some side alley thing. Woke up to birds eating my vomit. Mmmmm tasty.

Only other time I remember is I was soooo gone that some guy was blowing me in a side street outside the beat and I remember people were watching him go for it and I was just waving at them like what was happening was a TV show or something.

This is why I don't drink much.

Actually I remembered the worst one... I went to a friends party, where I was just going to drop in for a couple... this friend started plying me with really strong vodkas (Vodka doesn't like me), and of course I didn't say no... anyway I was heading out with another friend when I turned around to go back to the party, at which point I fell over backwards and banged my head on the concrete... a night in hospital ensued, with me on a drip and a very sore head.

The guy who was throwing the party tried to get me to pay for a railing that was broken in the bathroom, which I found out later was broken by someone else but they figured I'd be too embarassed to say no... Needless to say not friends with him anymore.

My 21st birthday I can't remember after 10pm. I apparently chundered about 4 or 5 times on myself after people started to leave. I think it was the vodka shots, the wine or the beer. Who knows?

I only imbibe imported spring waters and fresh raw fruit and veg juices with my metho

The worst drunk actually doesn't belong to me but to my previous long term partner.
A few years ago- he decided to have a fancy dress birthday BBQ- and dressed up as Darth Vader- complete with helmet- cloak and red light saber.
Then he decided to drink an entire bottle of scotch.

By the end of the evening- he was so drunk he had disappeared. Nobody knew where he was - until this strange guy who happened to be dressed up like Fred Durst said- " I think you should go help your boyfriend"- that's when I looked up the hallway and saw just his legs sticking out of the bedroom door way.

When I got closer to him- he seemed to be all wet and covered in vomit.

Turns out- on the way to the bedroom- he had decided he needed to vomit but had only gotten the Darth Vader helmet half way off- before he started to hurl on himself. He then tripped over his cape- and went head first into the foot of the bed- breaking his nose.
He had also wet himself.

I was mortified.

I phoned my brother - who was away at the snow- screaming down the line " He's wet himself! I've never gone out with ANYONE who has ever done this! I think it's over!"

And it was

Hahaha! I remember and thought "yep, its over". How does one recover from that? If I were him I would have packed my bags the next morning and quietly snuck out the back door never to be heard from again.

I can forgive many things. But not whoopsie in the pants

Really? This guy i dated used to piss everywhere when he was drunk .. ( which was often )

It was kind of endearing.. like a puppy..

I told him he needed help and he broke up with me, but not before he asked if we could have break up sex...

June 2010 - Bar Soma, my housemate's birthday party, 2 bottles of red, scotch and dry on the bar tab, lots of crap cocktails... I disappeared fairly early in the night (about 10pm), but woke up sitting in the Valley police beat with ambulance officers trying to stem the flow of blood from my face.

Apparently I was heading off to the beat and took a massive face plant as I tried to run across Ann street.

No stiches, but a lovely bit of gravel rash on the face - was looking great for an interview in the Monday afterwards.

Funny how extreme drunkeness affects diff people in diff ways. I have always had a soft spot for crying drunks. I love the way they crumble and the impact that it has on those around them.

I'm always the poor bastard getting cornered by them - because I'm a "nice" guy.

Then I have to pretend to be paying attention or sympathetic- and I stopped doing that in primary school

I don't think many people here have seen me drunk. Well maybe andrewc, but he left before I spewed at The Wickham.

I really need to see you spewing.

Ha. I'll have to not be driving first...

Ok for Arc birthday - you leave the car. We all get so drunk we vomit in the public urinals.

I also won't consider the evening a success if we don't vomit on atleast three drag queens.

What say you?

Absithne?

Take Mr Ash with you if you're gunna spew on a drag queen.

As long as we don't end up like this

We could only hope.

But you get up pretty fucking early in the morning to raid two pharmacies before you're gonna be able to drink spike me.

I practiced alot in the 90's

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Originally Posted by Phazz

Absithne?

The juice of my dark father