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Several years ago during a New Years Eve party I drank around 14-15 beers and decided to go for a walk. I live in a wooded area so I basically made my way towards a busy road and just walked parallel to it while remaining in the woods. The next thing I know I just kind of snap out of it and I'm like 8 miles from my house wearing jeans and a T-shirt in freezing weather. It was a long walk home and I made it just as the sun was coming up. I never drank that much again. I did consume a 12 pack a few weeks later and thought it would be a good idea to buy everything on my Amazon wish list. I was $3,800 poorer but it was Christmas in June for a few weeks until everything showed up.
 
Was still living at my parents place, decided to buy the cheapest, shittiest whiskey I could get my hands on. Bought the biggest bottle of Canadian Mist Whiskey (it is the cheapest shit you could get), and played Battlefield 1 for most the night. At one point I remember pouring out more whiskey, and then blacking out... and waking up outside, on the swing bench, in my neighbor's backyard.


Another story is from when I just moved to my second place in Oregon. Found out that there's a mini mart nearby that sells four loko. Decided fuck it, life sucks, let's get four loko. Downed two cans while playing Yakuza 0 and blacked out. Woke up in bed, but got up to piss, and wondered why the floor was wet. I pissed on the floor when I blacked out. Thankfully neither roommate noticed, or didn't care to bring it up, and I immediately cleaned it.

Oh and changed my icon here while plastered on whiskey and weed (or cross faded, as they say) while listening to random anime opening themes.
 
Damien Thorne said:
There are only two types of people who drink 151. Hardcore alcoholics or dumb novice drinkers.
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Sounds like the American equivalent of this shit:

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The '80' stands for the alcohol percentage, which is 160 proof in burgerese. Shit tastes like gasoline and was the bane of my late teens, when everyone and their dog bought this for their parties to prove how hardcore they were. Inevitably, a bottle of this would end up being the last available alcohol once all the regular and potable stuff had been drunk.

One time early in the morning, such a scenario happened and before we knew it one of our mates, along with the bottle, went missing. We found him like half an hour later, splayed out like a starfish on the sidewalk a few hundred meters from the party, clutching the empty bottle in one hand and the crunched-up cap in the other. We had to fucking carry him back by his limbs like a corpse as the sun was rising and people were getting ready for work, driving around us and giving us horrified looks.
 
Got drunk with my sister on shots of some concoction called chocolate cake. We're Scandinavian so any drinking with family, we think we're Vikings. She and I were driving back on an ATV through the woods. It was pitch black, deep snow and having a good time. I hung out the side hollering something dumb about Odin and fucking fell out. She went on another 100 feet or so before noticing I wasn't next to her. I had to walk to where she stopped. I got in, she said, "you're stupid" and we continued on
 
Playing Melty Blood via Internet with a buddy, taking a shot everytime I won. I won a quite a lot. First my skill improved, then I passed out in my own puke.

Went to a club with some (now former) friends, got hammered on vodka-redbull, started hitting on some fat chick (or so they say, I don't remember shit) and apparently, I was pretty rude, then left and got into the car of my former friend's friend (who was also drunk as fuck), he drove back, almost got pulled over, I sat on the sidewalk outside my house for half an hour, confused and not knowing what to do, pissed on my neighbors car because fuck him, got upstairs, threw up in my toilet, hit my head on said toilet, passed out covered in puke, woke up 5-6 hours like, now covered in dry puke.

Playing Tekken 7 in Osaka with friends while hammered was great though, I don't even know where all that beer came from, but it was alot.

I'm not a good drinker and alcohol never agreed with me, I usually stick to weed these days.
 
Oh my, on the 2021 St. Stephen's day I drank 3 beers (1.5 litres) really quickly while in VRChat and got quite wasted.
Since my Norwegian friend went to sleep earlier than me, she sent me to some random public worlds to troll people. It was about 5 am by that time. I ended up choosing the Amogus world.

Well, my trolling went from 0 to full out political sperging really quick, first about Israel, then LARPing as your average Memri TV sheik and calling for the kiddos in the Amogus world to recite the Al-Fatiha for "our martyred president Saddam Hussein" and then threating about yeeting a shoe at them, after which I was having some reetarded argument where I called the other person any racial slur that I could think of. Of course, there was the obligatory Amogus Sus earrape as well, where I went full reetard mode and said "Ded body Sus!" during the crew meeting. Nobody got voted out and I proceeded to ask some guy if I could throw up from too much beer...something that aged like fine milk! Before I managed to get an answer the impostor killed me. Back in the lobby I got a bit angry and starting insulting the impostor with any racial slur that my drunk ass could come up with for any race I could come up with.

Later still, I resumed with my political sperging, this time going on a tirade against the CCP and Mihoyo where I was also explaining why I called Genshin Impact "Genchink Impact". This happened after some guy pointed out that my avatar was Aether from Genshin Impact. Some time later, someone told me "ssshhhhh" and I told him not to say that to me, and I got into some reetarded argument again where some kids wanted to mute me and I just told them "Come on! MUTE ME!" and started repeating Amogus and Sus with my mic volume sent to earrape levels, considering the proximity to my mouth.
Needless to say, the next morning I felt like absolute shit and threw up twice. After I was done I was eating some nice and soft buns and sipping some water, while being left with a massive headache. Fortunately, after taking a nap I ended up feeling a lot better, though still quite shitty.

And for the lulz, I also ended up recording the VRChat trolling, and realized that I had completely forgot about saying that Israel was not a legitimate country. Eh, some day when my aversion to alcohol fades I away, I might even do it again.
Here's an interesting piece of aftermath, though. After this episode, I stopped with watching Memri TV memes on YouTube and starting watching videos about NSFW bootleg games for the Megadrive and SNES, and more intellectual videos in general.
 
The first and only time I decided to get blackout drunk was an experience. I bought myself a bottle of bourbon for my birthday, and proceeded to drink about 1/4 to 1/3 of the bottle in the course of about 6 hours. I hadn't drank water before hand, and I ate very little during that time span. I didn't throw up, but I remember violently shaking like I was cold despite being under layers of blankets and having a headache that was nigh unbearable. My wife recalls that I was whining like a baby before falling asleep, and kept saying that the slightest bit of light was hurting my eyes.
The next morning, my headache was still throbbing, and I made a vow to myself to be more responsible with my consumption, and at most I will have 2 to 4 shots in one sitting and space them out. Still gotta work on that hydration thing, but I haven't had a hangover since.
 
Damien Thorne said:
There are only two types of people who drink 151. Hardcore alcoholics or dumb novice drinkers.
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When I was underage, 151 was my go-to for sneaking into concerts and the like since you don't need much volume to get shitfaced. I'd just buy 4 or 5 mini bottles and slip them underneath the lining of my purse or even just the inner pocket of a jacket, never got caught even with tighter security venues.
 
One time I got drunk off of a wine cooler and eventually passed out next to my plate of nacho fries. I never did finish that food.
 
When I was 19 I knew a dude who was 16 illegally working at a beer store. I bought a case of beer off of him one Saturday and spent the day drinking it. When it was getting towards evening the women folk started making margaritas which I partook in and my girlfriend's dad and his buddies decided to go to a honkey tonk for pudding wrestling. They had mixed up the day and there was no pudding wrestling but I drank several more beers there and reached into the shirt of a chick bragging about her boob job. She told me to fuck off but I gave her my approval. Girlfriend's dad was a bro and didn't snitch. It was kind of lame at the honkey tonk so we went to the gay bar. It was fabulous, and I had more drinks, but it was getting late so we only spent about a half hour of all the dudes hitting on me before we left. I had 35 drinks that day. It is my personal record.
 
I was 16 and really into the occult. Went to a friends house party and got really drunk from whiskey. Got sick in his kitchen sink and was forced to clean it, spent a while being a drunk ass in back garden while drawing hermitic spells and sigils on his garden walls to "ward his house and protect the party". I was promptly sent to the couch to chill out with friends for the rest of the night while we watched shitty movies. I mean he hasn't complained about any hauntings so they have done something right :D
 
So first time I ever got really fucked up (I never blacked out in my life, no matter how drunk I got) I was 23 I think and my buddy was having a birthday party. We were in his parent's back yard in the woods and I was drinking beer and Southern Comfort. I don't really know how much I consumed, but apparently was so loud I woke up his parents from about 100 feet away. Then I felt bad, so I went to lie down on the trampoline. The trampoline then began to spin, then shot up into space where I flew past galaxies and planets to where I saw the face of God. I begged him to not let me throw up. He said "lol no." Some time later, whether minutes, hours, or centuries I realized I was going to spew. So me, feeling I could keep some of my dignity intact pulled myself to the side to hurl into the grass. Of course, my head was in the dignified space between the springs and the rim. About 7 millennia later, my buddy decided to get me into the tent in the woods to sleep it off, despite the fact I was perfectly comfortable on the magical flying space trampoline. He then started pouring cold water on my head, which woke me up a little and with much cajoling got me off the trampoline. I was so drunk I had to lean on him like a cripple and it took me about 10 minutes to walk the yard or so to the tent. I threw up once more on the way then passed out in the tent. To this day, the mere sight of a bottle of Southern makes me sick to my stomach.
 
Drunkenness, when it happened, generally made me laugh, smile and say nonsense, so I'm not the "turns berserker after drinking" type.

EDIT: Drink responsibly, everyone.
 
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Way back I missed the last train home, it was a short commuter train, it didn't move that fast and took maybe 20-25 minutes. I can walk home even if takes two hours it's no big del. The drunken homing pigeon activated and I started to fall directly homewards, traversing marsh and meadow, snaking through bushes and encountering sleeping cows for some reason. That's all I remember but I woke up at home. As always.

I also often preferred to walk home later in life, but then it was a 40 minute walk through a city, it sobered me up so that's good. What I used to do was march, I sort of hitched a ride on someone in front of me and then walked to the sound of their footsteps, that way I could keep pace and sort of sleep standing up. One time the person in front of me, a woman, started walking faster and faster and I kept up the pace without thinking about it. Awokened(and winded) from my drunken slumber I wondered if she's stressed out because she saw some rapists out and about in this desolate and sparsely lit park at 3am where sexual assaults have happened relatively recently. I looked around and couldn't see any sketchy men.

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2002, I got a invite as a friend to go drink at a bar. I only had one friend there and the others did not like me so I did what I did best. Drink 10 pints and be drunk, all fine until they gave me vodka redbull laced with XTC. Needless to say it made me sick, whilst I got to the toilet I just threw up.... all over a big black girl's back. I got a standing ovation as no one liked her. Even after all these years I feel bad about it.
 
My first year of college was very rough on me and I used to drink a lot. Between rum, vodka, whiskey and gin, I'd drink about 1 bottle a month and I'd drink daily. I needed to study, but I also wanted to drink, so what I'd do is I'd drink in small amounts each time (by small amounts I mean until I couldn't walk straight), wait until I sobered up a bit, and then go again. I'd do this every night, all night long, and only go to bed at dawn. Then I'd wake up at around 3-4pm and repeat. I'd spend my days drinking and studying. One particularly bad night I drank half a bottle of vodka. My normal was 1/5-1/4 a bottle a night.
Somehow, I passed all my classes and did not create the habit. I don't know how it is possible to study advanced calculus while completely drunk but I did it somehow. I had a coding course that was fairly complicated and I wrote all my programs alone while completely drunk and I managed to pass with one of the highest grades of the course. Same with the advanced calculus course.
At the end of the first semester I had about 7-8 empty bottles in a drawer, which I drank all by myself.

I kicked the habit during my second year although I'd still drink occasionally when things were bad. One time I was sad about something (I don't remember what) and I started to drink as soon as I got home and then fell asleep. I woke up 3 hours later, went to the kitchen to have dinner and as soon as I got there I vomited on the sink. I cleaned it up and 2 seconds later my roommate shows up and I strike a perfectly casual conversation with her. She didn't notice a thing. I've been able to hide this pretty well from everyone, I'd say.

A few times when I was alone at home I was so angry I got drunk and started smashing things around the house. Plates, bottles, glasses, etc... one time I had the idiotic idea of smashing an olive oil bottle. It took me almost a week and many cleaning products and homemade mixes to get that shit off the floor.

Now I only drink occasionally. I haven't felt the need to get pissed like I did in those years.
 
KifflomKween said:
My first year of college was very rough on me and I used to drink a lot. Between rum, vodka, whiskey and gin, I'd drink about 1 bottle a month straight and I'd drink daily. I needed to study, but I also wanted to drink, so what I'd do is I'd drink in small amounts each time (by small amounts I mean until I couldn't walk straight), wait until I sobered up a bit, and then go again. I'd do this every night, all night long, and only go to bed at dawn. Then I'd wake up at around 3-4pm and repeat. I'd spend my days drinking and studying. One particularly bad night I drank half a bottle of vodka. My normal was 1/5-1/4 a bottle a night.
Somehow, I passed all my classes and did not create the habit. I don't know how it is possible to study advanced calculus while completely drunk but I did it somehow. I had a coding course that was fairly complicated and I wrote all my programs alone while completely drunk and I managed to pass with one of the highest grades of the course. Same with the advanced calculus course.

I kicked the habit during my second year although I'd still drink occasionally when things were bad. One time I was sad about something (I don't remember what) and I started to drink as soon as I got home and then fell asleep. I woke up 3 hours later, went to the kitchen to have dinner and as soon as I got there I vomited on the sink. I cleaned it up and 2 seconds later my roommate shows up and I strike a perfectly casual conversation with her. She didn't notice a thing. I've been able to hide this pretty well from everyone, I'd say.

A few times when I was alone at home I was so angry I got drunk and started smashing things around the house. Plates, bottles, glasses, etc... one time I had the idiotic idea of smashing an olive oil bottle. It took me almost a week and many cleaning products and homemade mixes to get that shit off the floor.

Now I only drink occasionally. I haven't felt the need to get pissed like I did in those years.
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KifflomKween said:
My first year of college was very rough on me and I used to drink a lot. Between rum, vodka, whiskey and gin, I'd drink about 1 bottle a month and I'd drink daily. I needed to study, but I also wanted to drink, so what I'd do is I'd drink in small amounts each time (by small amounts I mean until I couldn't walk straight), wait until I sobered up a bit, and then go again. I'd do this every night, all night long, and only go to bed at dawn. Then I'd wake up at around 3-4pm and repeat. I'd spend my days drinking and studying. One particularly bad night I drank half a bottle of vodka. My normal was 1/5-1/4 a bottle a night.
Somehow, I passed all my classes and did not create the habit. I don't know how it is possible to study advanced calculus while completely drunk but I did it somehow. I had a coding course that was fairly complicated and I wrote all my programs alone while completely drunk and I managed to pass with one of the highest grades of the course. Same with the advanced calculus course.
At the end of the first semester I had about 7-8 empty bottles in a drawer, which I drank all by myself.

I kicked the habit during my second year although I'd still drink occasionally when things were bad. One time I was sad about something (I don't remember what) and I started to drink as soon as I got home and then fell asleep. I woke up 3 hours later, went to the kitchen to have dinner and as soon as I got there I vomited on the sink. I cleaned it up and 2 seconds later my roommate shows up and I strike a perfectly casual conversation with her. She didn't notice a thing. I've been able to hide this pretty well from everyone, I'd say.

A few times when I was alone at home I was so angry I got drunk and started smashing things around the house. Plates, bottles, glasses, etc... one time I had the idiotic idea of smashing an olive oil bottle. It took me almost a week and many cleaning products and homemade mixes to get that shit off the floor.

Now I only drink occasionally. I haven't felt the need to get pissed like I did in those years.
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Its a sad thing fren. I used to drink a bottle of rum or something other spirit over the course of two night to the tune to like 3 litres a week. Not even including the beer.

We learn to hide it and its actually so much easier than we thought it was that it becomes an excuse. I know the shirty sleep schedule it produces too well.

Good on you for cutting down.
 
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