Your drunk experiences

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All y'all niggas saying you don't black out from drinking - you're not trying enough.

Back in the day I was young and still participating in drinking games. What we did a couple of times was play a drinking Russian roulette. You've had three 100ml glasses, one filled with water, another filled with vodka, and the third filled with 95% clear alcohol. You had to choose two glasses and drink them both in one go, one right after another. A friend of mine grabbed a shot of the clear spirit and chased it down with vodka, after that he basically curled up in a ball and shut down. He speedran the party in under 15 minutes.
 
I have seen what drinking can do. Delusional alcoholic that turned wife beater, plasterers that got lifted in the van after waking up and licking 35% jenever from a dish to start functioning and my father in law that drank a liter of cheap vodka a night until his liver held on by a thread. I remember him in hospital, being released and at home necked a pint of vodka. Two weeks later he was in hospital again and had a right go at me for getting the wrong brand of orange juice for him. My last words to him were "have the decency to die" and not long after we buried him. With a tree as marker, planted on the piss. After that, I cut my drinking down 90% as my wife won't like to see me going down the same path, she feared I would after my dad died.
 
I was taught from a very early age to have respect for alcohol, so I rarely had the binge drinking issues many of my friends had. The one bad thing though is it was always implied how much drink you can take is tied to how much of a man you are and that you should keep up with the person you're drinking with. Most people I can drink under the table, but I'm a pretty average height and weight and one of my friends is 6'4" and all around big, and I've run into problems drinking with him.
Our city was very expensive, so we'd go an hour into another state that was cheaper and had no sales tax, get a deal on a cheap hotel and spend a night there. For a second or third rate American city, this place had a decent night life and excellent local craft beer, which we would try as much as possible and I would make sure to keep up with him. I don't remember how we got back to our hotel or even the last two places we visited that night. I woke up to my mouth having an awful taste and feeling and the room smelling like someone died. No headache surprisingly, Karma had a couple other things in store to replace it though. My friend said that I had thrown up what looked like gallons before heading to the toilet to throw up more, which I was also blacked out for. I was pretty embarrassed both just because it happened as well as that there was someone I could never drink as much as. Even with the hotel + $75 cleaning fee, it was still cheaper to go down there and drink rather than drink in our home city. I just consider it a victory now when I drink about half as much as he does.
 
The first night I got fucked up drunk is also the night I cashed in my v-card. A lady who lives in the same apartments I do had a board games night at her house. There were several of us there, but I kept hanging afterwards. We finished a bottle of Kraken black rum, then got into this bottle of godawful shit called Holly Toddy (I remember thinking it tasted good, and realizing that I had to be fucked in half to think something like that, because I'd tried the shit sober and it was awful). Then we totally hooked up. All them jokes about alcohol being the cure for autism-induced social awkwardness? Fucking true as fuck. And nothing says romantic like trying to hook up but you have to keep taking turns to stop and barf.

Another time, me and a buddy were splitting a 36 pack and playing UFC 3. For context, I'm a Ronda Rousey fanboy. Was playing as her. Beat the fuck out of Amanda Nunes. Got happypissed and threw a mostly full beer can at Amanda. Nailed her right in the face too - I don't have aim like that sober. (Ended up having having to buy my friend a new TV). I then decided to show off by picking up the entire couch, dry-humping it in the air, then tripping over it, getting my head stuck in between the cushions, and having to beg them to save me because I knew if I tried to do it myself I'd break my own neck. Then I threw up and went home. I couldn't figure out which key to use to let myself in so I pounded on my own door until I woke up my neighbor. She helped me find the right key and let me in, and I passed out on my couch a few seconds later.

Another time I had a bottle of ouzo. I drank the entire fucking thing myself. For some reason one of my friends convinced me that it'd be a good idea to use my car to go on a weed run with three other dudes. I'm the only non-stoner of my friend group. At this point I was so drunk I couldn't balance my head on my neck, sitting in the front passenger seat with my head wobbling and, I believe, my tongue hanging out. The weed dealer was genuinely worried about me and offered to get me a no-questions-asked ambulance. Somehow I managed to Not Puke this time. Woke up on my couch, not sure how I got there.

The third time it was me, a different buddy, and two girls (one of whom wasn't drinking, the other was). I decided to pick up a random cigarette disposal and KICK SOME ASS with it, although I couldn't find any asses to kick so I just stomped around in a circle for a while. At first the girls were laughing at my drunken antics. Then they quit paying attention to me, which was both humiliating and infuriating. I began saying all the stupidest shit I could possibly think of. They kept ignoring me, although my buddy was laughing so hard I thought he was going to pass out. Shortly after this part I quit remembering things, but I've been told I fell/rolled down a hill and lay on my back at the bottom of it screaming that I hate everyone and everything.

The most recent time I drank I got punched in the mouth breaking up a fight. Decided to quit drinking after that.
 
Absinthe shots, which turned a marshmellow fight among housemates into Mongol: Total War. Ended up unconscious in the bathtub
 
Got drunk off ice cold vodka and took some ecstasy on prom night (my prom date/bf at the time was a dealer)
Well wound up going to the beach after prom running full sped throwing off my prom dress while screaming how I am a fish going home finally towards low tide at Jones Beach in Long Island NY
I had a few friends chasing after me and I made it in chest high water until a small riptide sucked me under and spat me out luckily. I came out of the water covered in broken shell cuts, no bra (the riptide tore it off) and underwear hanging down my ankles declaring "LETS GO TO FUCKIN IHOP IM HUNGRY"
Next Morning somehow got home and then got dressed and headed for Great Adventure
10/10 lit
 
I was listening to Radiohead's Album "Pablo Honey" and I decided to drink a small cup of 30% alcohol. It was the most drunk I ever felt. Drunk enough where it's kind of disturbing, Images in my mind looked freakishly clear and detailed in a haunting way and I was thinking of a lot of really weird things. I went in and out of consciousness a lot though luckily I was in bed. That was like 2 months ago.
 
A Grey Cat said:
Was at bronycon 2019 (shadowing Chris and doing field work long story.) when I had a few 40s with the niggos of the "real" Baltimore... Unfortunately I then went back to the convention center and bought one of those hug pillows of the blue dragon girl from the show... I took a lyft back to my hotel and then danced with it after stuffing it with the hotel pillows.... Which I think I still have Come to think of it.
Still have that pillow but for novelty/memento purposes and yes it's a sfw version.


Still WTF are Baltimore niggas putting km their booze?
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Yes I know I am late to the party. I read what you said but still do not understand a word of it. I feel that if I googled everything I still would be none the wiser.
 
I'm a bad drunk; I wish I just passed out instead of becoming a total scumbag retard. This was all a decade+ ago; done some growing up since then. I mostly drink red wine now.
  • One time, I was wasted and some retard pulled the fire alarm, so I took my cat outside in my coat and decided it was a good time to visit the 24 hour subway. It was like 2 AM. They just kind of looked at me and were like "you can't have animals in here" and kicked me out.
  • Cheated on multiple girlfriends multiple times when I was drunk, despite never doing so or wanting to do so sober.
  • Slipped on a tile floor and gave myself a concussion while racing for the toilet to vomit.
  • Threw the empty beer bottle I was holding into the air with reckless abandon. It cracked someone's windshield.
  • Went drunk boating, at night, without a lifejacket, because I thought we could find other chicks on other docks we could hang out with.
  • Been kicked out of more clubs than I can remember, but part of that is just because I walk like a spaz.. this has happened.
  • Tried to walk out of a bar with one of their branded half-pint glasses because I thought it was cool... that's the first time I learned about bouncers. Got pinned to the wall by my neck by a very angry big dude. Bit of an overreaction if you ask me; these guys act like normal laws don't apply just because you're inside a bar.
  • Re-entered a club through the back entrance after getting kicked out... that's the second time I learned about bouncers. Got roughed up a little bit.
  • Threw up on some poor girl's couch after trying to work through the spins for the previous half hour.
  • Got in an argument in which I thought some dude let it go, but near the end of the night I guess we were both outside at the same time and this dude choked me out from behind without any warning... I felt like a bitch, but hey, what are you supposed to do when some dude gets you in a choke without warning?
  • Burned a chick with a cigarette because I thought it'd be funny and she'd gotten very uppity about not burning her, despite not coming anywhere close to her... I think I was just mad that she was so presumptuous (shamefur dispray; I still feel bad about this one).
  • Fell down a 10 foot cliff in the middle of the woods. Needed some stitches, but OK other than that.
  • One time I woke up at like 3 PM the next day, on the floor, after mixing some Valium with whiskey... I found my keys in the dishwasher. I'm amazed I made it home. It was a really bad time in my life, and that was probably the closest I ever came to not waking up; it could have easily gone the other way, so it was a bit of a wake up call.
  • Told a really insecure chick I loved her and that I would totally call her so she would bang me.
  • Hooked up with multiple fat chicks, one of whom I pushed up the stairs and ran away from when she tried to follow me back to my dorm room because I didn't want my buddies to see her.
  • Hooked up with a nigger.
Thank you for hearing my confession; I feel better now.
 
I haven't had hard liquor in a long time, but I used to be very well acquainted with vodka. I went to my first post Covid concert and decided that was the time to order double vodka and tonics. It was not pretty, nor am I proud of myself. Nearly blackout drunk, but at least happy drunk, albeit stumbling, mumbling drunk. Literally the worst. Thankfully, I was with people who had the sense to maintain and didn't mind babysitting. It's all good, it's just a joke between us all now. At least I didn't throw myself at anyone.

Moral of the story: If your tolerance ain't shit, honor that as it is your body's decision and things will not go well for you.
 
I’ve been drunk once in my entire life.

I was at a friend’s house party and we were all drinking vodka and getting shit faced, as well I assume other drugs were being done as well considering later I would find two girls completely passed out on the bathroom floor without pants.

Anyways I got talked into having a boxing match with some guy. Now keep in mind I was in pretty great shape at the time but I had never boxed and both of us were already pretty drunk. I lost every single round but it felt like nothing and I just kept getting up over and over and over. If anything I felt waaaaay more hyper than usual when I was drunk. I remember going on a jog for some reason.
 
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