Tales of Drunkards
I recently played the most sadistic drinking game ever. I rented the newest Rambo movie and got a bunch of people together to watch it. The rule was that we had to drink every time someone died on-screen. Needless to say, most of us died of alcohol poisoning.
I'll leave it at that for now, because I want to hear from the rest of those here. Enjoy drinking and doing stupid stuff, or just have a really fun drinking game to share? Let everyone know. Tell us about the time you woke up in a ditch wearing nothing but a sock on your hand, or what video games also make the best drinking games, or about the time your alcoholic father beat you with a wrench. Whatever it is, as long as it's alcohol-related, I want to know.
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The most I've ever drank in one day was two alcoholic beverages. And not even hard stuff, I only really drink stuff like Mike's Hard Lemonade. So no stories from me, fortunately. Or unfortunately, as the case may be.
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I never drink... wine.
Actually, I haven't drunk alcohol at all in years. But, I've had some ideas.
Take a drink:
*Every time Sophitia does something filthy as a "throw" in a soul calibur game.
*Every time the little girl loses her balloon in Spiderman 2.
*Every that dang fairy bothers you trying to tell you something you already know in Zelda, Ocarina of Time
L337 is not a word. BA7F is a word.
I have so many stories from drunken escapades...
$1700 strip club bill
8 year old injury to my knee that still acts up
A buddy of mine, loaded, trying to have sex with a girl in a hot tub and then get out buck naked to go turn the bubbles back on. The next day actually talks to me on the phone and says, "At least I didn't sleep with her."
Same buddy on a vacation with an "almost girlfriend" is calling and telling me what that she's always on the phone with her new man, she parked her truck in his parking spot at our apartment complex. Me, drunk and walking home from the bar next door, flip down the tailgate and unload the beer and liquor full bladder into the bed of her truck. Three days later, my buddy comes back and tells me it still smelt like pee.
and that's why I quit drinking two years ago.
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I have many stories, one unfortunately involving a card board stand up of Britney Spears. But to involve video games I always found that playing Star Wars Pod Racing is a hell of a lot of fun when your really trashed.
I can come up with a few idiotic stories.
In high school (I think I was 16), I went to an acquaintance's house and we spent the night drinking in a camper behind their house. At one point I was relieving myself out the door of the camper, and suddenly his younger sister appearred. Not too much later, I agreed to help out another friend who was teaching Sunday School at his church .... and that same girl was in the class. She was deaf, and I did not know sign language, but the pointing and sniggering were enough for me to figure out what she was talking about with her classmates.
The first time I ever drank enough to black out, I was in my first semester at Cornell. We were at a frat house, playing some drinking game involving coins. One of the rules somehow involved 'stealing' another persons drink when they had lost; I had talked a friend who didn't like to drink to coming out with us, and to ease his pain I was drinking for him each time he lost. I don't remember leaving, but apparently I could no longer walk by myself, so one dude was holding me up. At some point I started yelling out "I need sex!", and continued to do so as we walked past the football frat (where I had a lot of bad luck that sememster). One very drunk football player stumbled out with his girlfriend, and apparently took offense at what I was screaming. Apparently he stumbled over looking to fight me, and made some sort of comment questioning the sexuality of the guy holding me up. The guy let go of me, and I went tumbling down a hill, out into the street (I vaguely remember the tumbling part). I swore I would never drink again that night (hah!).
A few years later, while again living in Ithaca, and we were at a friends place in 'collegetown'. Early in the night, she mentioned that she thought the house across the street had been condemned. After some time and a lot of liquor, another girl and I thought it would be a great idea to go and explore the condemned house. The front door was unlocked, but all of the doors inside were locked. Naturally, I decided it was a good idea to body slam one of the doors open. As it turned out, the house was not condemned, and I had just broken into someone's bedroom. The bed was only a few feet from the door. When the person sat up, I quickly closed the door, pointed the girl to the stairs, and off we went. She ran right back across the street, where the person could easily have spotted her from a window. I walked off in another direction, though eventually circled back around to the party. The persons light was on the rest of the night, and instead of going over and explaining so the poor person would not be scared, we came up with a plan in case the cops showed up and went back to drinking. Not one of my finer moments ...
I could go on, but I'll stop with the stories for now ;p
For silly drinking games, we once watched The Matrix, declaring that you had to drink everytime the word "matrix" was stated.
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When I was at university, I was going to a formal ball with the girl from the room next door.
I had bought a bottle of brandy earlier in the day, for no real reason. I was ready to go for 8, as agreed, and knocked on her door, which, predictably, she answered in a towel.
I went back to my room, with a promise of "half an hour" ringing in my ears. As I was bored, i fired up the SNES, and decided to get a head start on the drinking, and so cracked the brandy. I took a shot every time I won a round.
I am informed that she came around at half 10, and found me passed out on the bathroom floor. The brandy bottle was empty.
I have not drank brandy, and nor have I drank alone, since that day,
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I have many too many tales from the past 12 years of drinking. Alcohol's a hell of a drug. That's all I'm going to say.
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I don't drink (never have, never will) but I do enjoy hearing stories of drunken escapades, so please keep the stories coming.
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For some really inspiring tales of drunkards, Modern Drunkard magazine has you covered. They've covered some of the greats lately, including Andre the Giant, Jackie Gleason, Humphrey Bogart, Joe Namath, and the list goes on. Additionally, there are some great articles, such as "History's Greatest Blackouts".
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The summer before my sophomore year in high school a friend and i went to one of those parents are out of town parties. We were going to spend the night there, and walk home in the morning. This was the first time I ever blacked out. Just too much damn Bacardi 151, and fruit punch with grain alcohol. You know, the stuff only dumb ass kids drink.
I knew we were getting hammered, but when I woke up the next morning, I found my friend freaking out, because he didn't know where we were. We were at my house, but in the basement, which my father had converted in an office. So my friend thought we were in just some random office complex. The problem was, neither of us remembered leaving the party, why we left, or how we ended up in my basement, which had a separate entrance from the house in the garage.
So we made our way back outside, and then came in the front door like we were just coming home. Let's just say we were beyond hungover. My friend went home, and I headed up stairs to shower, but instead took to puking my guts up. While I was praying to this porcelain God, my mom had gone down to the office for something, and found all of the puke we forgot about in the basement. I mean, we were idiots!
She came upstairs yelling at me, by which time I was in the shower, but still puking bile up. She had obviously reached a level of rage beyond reason. No waiting form me to stop puking, get out of the shower, or get dressed. Well, she did let me get dressed before making me head down to the basement to clean the puke up off the floor, while I dry heaved the whole time. The sad part is, we noticed some of the puke, and had decided it was probably already there. Yeah, we were still that wasted.
Weeks later, we finally heard from one of the other guys at the party. His brother had left, and on his way home spotted my friend and I in a ditch on the side of the road puking our guts up. We still don't know why we left, but I was apparently able to give this guy directions to my house, and was able to figure out how to sneak in to the basement through the garage. My guess is, we got kicked out of the party because we were drunk assholes, but no one has even confirmed that.
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Here's one of my favorite drunk celebrity clips. Joe Namath is just a happy guy.
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I bought a bottle of Jameson. About halfway through, I downed 3 jaegerbombs.
I then proceeded to explain to all the women in the room that although I was the least physically attractive, I had the highest earning potential and that they should all have sex with me.
Then I peed on the kitchen floor and told everyone the sink was leaking yellow water
Then I pass out into a girls boobs. The photos of this were classic.
Then, on the ride back to the dorms, I was propositioned by a girl from Texas Tech(known for their high STD rate in the big 12).
I then told her that between me being drunk, the three condoms I would need to wear and her...looseness....therewas no way either one of us would be satisfied.
Then I passed out again in the car.
I was carried back to my dorm room in a duffel bag to avoid RA's.
All this is what my friends told me, my line of consciousness stops at the jaeger.
In a separate incident, I woke up on someones toilet, and was too drunk to puke in the toilet, so I puked in front of it.
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This thread needs a reference link to Mr. Crinkle's recent masterpiece of storytelling.
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Does going to a party while living in Savannah, Georgia and drinking until I passed out then subsequently waking up in Chattanooga, Tennessee the next day in my El Camino where my jackass friends had driven and left me, to DIE, count?
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lunabean wrote:I've got a whole bunch of stories about my friend, but I'll start with one about me.
There is a horrible and cheap drink called Great White. It's $11 a bottle the size of what would be $30 for any other drink in the store, and while it's only somewhere over 20% alcohol, it tastes like it's closer to 80% alcohol, with the other 20% being the exact taste that will be in your mouth as you're vomiting the stuff back up. Being in college with very little money, I decide this is the most cost effective way of being a complete tool.
My mistake is in not pacing myself. We play a game called Kings which lasts for maybe 45 minutes. When the game is over, I have polished off about 3/4 of the bottle. Everyone goes into the living room and this is where I don't really remember much. I go into the bathroom and I remember feeling like I need to sit down, but I also want to be ready in case I need to vomit. In my mind, the logical thing to do is to sit on the toilet backwards and put my face in the sink. I puke a little bit, and then pass out. I remember waking up and going into the living room where I yell out, "Everybody, quiet! ... I'm producing sperm."
The next thing I remember is my friend's girlfriend saying, "Can I draw Link on your face?" And everyone is drawing on my face. Apparently, after I entered the living room I picked up a marker, began scribbling on my forehead and said, "Everyone draw on me!"
Next thing I know, I'm waking up with my face in the sink again. I puke, and I pass out. Wake up, puke, pass out. Wake up, puke, pass out. Wake up to my friend knocking on the door and asking if I want to go home. I ask how long I was in the bathroom, and he says for nearly two hours. I agree to go home and come out of the bathroom, hand my friend the keys to my car, and then go up to the friend whose place it was and pat him on the shoulder. The only thing I say is, "Don't worry, it's all in the sink." Then I head out to my car and get in the back seat.
The whole way home I'm leaning forward against the seat in front of my with my arms wrapped around someone as I talk to them. A few days later, I tell this same person about this night, having no idea that this is the person who I was talking to the whole way home. Anyway, I get to my place and grab my apartment key from my friend, since he's going to take my car and drop everyone else off and go home. I thank him over and over and over, and he comes in to make sure I get in alright. I'm standing in front of my door with my key in my hand. I brace myself, and plunge the key directly into the keyhole on the first try, something I can't even do when I'm sober. I feel really good about this. Say g'night to my friend, lock my door, hit the bed, and I'm instantly out.
It was probably around 2 a.m. on Sunday when I hit the bed, and I didn't wake up until 8 p.m. I didn't actually get out of bed until 2 a.m.
That's definitely the least interesting story I have that still counts as a story. I once wrote a story about this particular night, but in order to make it more interesting it ended with an epic Shadow of the Colossus style battle to the death with Satan within the depths of Hell, which I lost.
More interesting are two things that happened when I was drunk and decided to get online. One time, I was so drunk that I remember sitting down in front of the computer and suddenly I'm waking up in my bed. I got back on the computer and there was a message from 0kelvin that just said, "Hey!" In the part where I do the whole typing thing was an unsent message from me that simply said, "Jo$344".
He was lucky, though. Another time, I wrote "Superman" on my penis, took a picture and sent it to a friend. That friend told me to, though, so it's her fault.
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Once while at a blood drive I overheard some kids (in all reality, only a year or two younger than me) talking about how they were only donating blood so they could get drunk more effectively on what little booze they could afford.
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"Do I what I do: hate everyone." - Quintin_Stone
The first time I ever blacked out was at a New Years party my senior year of college. I made friends with a full bottle of jaeger in less than 45 minutes. I remember heading towards the bathroom and falling down and then doing a nice military crawl 30 feet to the bathroom. I didn't quite have to puke yet, but I could feel it coming, so I started to take a piss (sitting down because at that point I couldn't stand). After the piss (fortunately) I had to piss but I never did manage to get my pants all the way back on. Intermittently, I would regain consciousness and vomit. At one point my roommate brought me a big ole glass of water which I of course knocked over. I woke up the next morning with my pants around my thighs (I don't know if it was me trying to pull them up or my friends) and soaked to the bone lying in the rather large puddle from the water.
According to my friends, the military crawl of 30 feet or so took over a half hour because I would crawl twice and then pass out. I also apparently missed witnessing a 4some. Part of me is saddened by that news, the other (larger) part is very, very grateful.
The second time was a few weeks later on my 21st birthday (January 8th). The party was held at my sister's apartment. She was kind enough to buy me a bottle of Goldschlager which I had to take a couple shots of. As soon as I walked in the door, a friend handed me a beer, which I chugged. I had a few shots of various kinds (most of which I can't remember). My downfall was when someone handed me 1/2 a bottle of Gentleman Jack and said "Drink this!". I took it a little too literally and drank it. All of it. All in one go. Shortly thereafter I started hitting on one of my sister's friends. She was Japanese and had a name I'd never heard before and I kept forgetting it. I probably asked her name 15 times in my couple minutes of flirting. I think that was our entire conversation. "What's your name. . . No, . ... How do you pronounce your name again?" I was forced to prematurely end my courtship because the Porcelain Gods required my worship.
My sister, being awesome, kept coming in to keep my company and make sure I was ok (much better than my college friends who proceeded to have 4somes while I puked my brains out). I remember coming to periodically and always having people in the room and being very gracious and telling them how much I loved them (in typical drunken form). My sister and the other conscious people recall a very different tale where I called my sister a bitch whenever I wasn't puking. I prefer my version of events.
I have yet to drink to the point of blacking out since then, and I still can't smell Jaeger or Goldschlager without wanting to puke (although I have a bottle of Gentleman Jack in my kitchen as I'm writing this)
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The one time I could say that I don't remember the whole night was this one night when I was called over to a friends house since they needed a third member for a drinking game. Of course, they had already got a head start on the beer, so I slammed about 6 beers in order to catch up to them ( I barely felt a buzz, I'm a big guy ). Then, we did a drinking game which involved some weird rules ( what drinking game doesn't ) and since I was the minor ( GASP! ) I ddin't know any of the rules so I ended up drinking another 5ish beers I'm sure. After which, I did some drunk IM'ing ( which isn't as fun as it sounds for me, as I actually correct my spelling most of the time
) and then after a bit of Luigi's Mansion we all take turns in the bathroom for some internal cleansing. I think I fell asleep on the floor, I'm not sure. I remember one friend coming into the bathroom making sure I didn't drown in the toilet or anything. 
Thank goodness I drank that Gatorade before/after that drinking session, or else I would have flunked that exam the next morning. 
I've only gotten REALLY drunk one other time, but there isn't much of a story to tell there, except for my friend almost driving into my apartment. Wait a sec, that might make a good story! Next time I post here...
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Transformers: the Movie (animated) Drinking Game.
Safe Version: Take a shot every time someone is shot and actually hit.
Stomach Pump Version: Shot every time someone transforms.
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As for my own stories of stupidity: I was feeling down so I fired up some DW:Gundam to kill an hour or two. 2o minutes into the game, I decide to mix a concoction of energy drink, Midori, Triple Sec, Sweet and Sour Mix, Tequilla and Rum, with a hit of Jaeger.
An hour later and I'm getting major wavy-head syndrome. Soonafter, I puke. I stay nauseated and throwing up for a good hour or two, just me and the kitchen sink.
I remember listening to a podcaster (either GWJ/1up/GFW) say that he learned one big thing from his father, "Never drink alone if you don't have a good reason to" or something to that effect. Boy, was he right.
"Personally I'm looking forward to buying a PC with a 128 core processor integrated with 32tb of memory in about 10 years time. Shortly there after Will Wright's Spore 3 will become self aware and annihilate humanity in a nuclear holocaust."
I didn't realize anybody but minors played drinking games.
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My colleague brought a lot of dangerous drinking habits from Russia. One of them was drinking double vodka (1 dcl instead of half a dcl shot). Another one was combining champagne with vodka. Since we didn't know the ratio, we (meaning half of the editorial staff in my magazine) started with 1 dcl of vodka + 1 dcl of champagne. Russians call the concoction severnoye siyanie (aurora or northern lights in English), we call it polar bear. After an hour of such drinking there were only blackouts in all of the heads. Ever since then, we call such parties (which are very few and far between, thankfully) "fighting the bear".
Another habit is drinking shtrafnaya (or punishing) vodka if you arrive late to the party. You have to drink a double amount of vodka in one shot than the others (i.e. 2 dcl in one shot). Some of the more unfortunate colleagues had to undergo the punishment.
And the last one is saying toasts. You have to make a toast when you drink up. Anytime anyone makes a toast, you have to raise your shot glass and drink all of it. Putting down a full or half-full shot of drink after a toast is considered an offense. The toast usually follow quickly after one another especially at the beginning, so you can get drunk really fast. (There is a Russian saying "Mezhdu pervoy i vtoroy pereryvchik nebolshoy" meaning "There is only a small break between first and second shot"). Also, Russians usually eat (fish, bread, pickles etc.) only after third shot. It's a reference to an old Russian movie where one starved war hero in a labor camp was drinking with the Germans to earn his food, saying "We Russians eat only after third shot" when he was offered food.
The results: one of my colleagues laying on the floor (because he couldn't stand) was biting everyone in the heels. Another one was ordering a cab in Russian (which is NOT the language of our country). Another wanted to throw our company fax down from the 2nd floor balcony. All of this happening at 6PM on Friday in our office building.
On the positive side, if you drink quality vodka, deep chilled, it's a great drink and doesn't give you headaches next day. It doesn't prevent from blackouts, though. Also, don't ever try it if you are unsure of your drinking abilities. This can and does lead to alcohol poisoning. I'm dead serious and so are thousands of Russians (and others) that die of it each year.
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The first serious drunk I ever had was in the UK at the age of 18 (the legal age there). I'd been living in the US for about two years at that point and had gone home to visit family. My uncle, who never grew up (and is subsequently totally awesome) decided that he wanted to preside over my first real drunk. We had taken some American friends over to the UK with us, one of whom was the second-in-command of the local Sheriff's Department in the county where we lived in the US.
Now, I had, for various reasons, never really drunk before. We ended up with a small group of Brits and Yanks, all piled into a local pub. An excellent time was had by all, with much pool- and dart-playing. My stepfather (a Yank) was delighted to find that the pub had Budweiser, as he didn't have much of a taste for UK brews. To make a long story short, we all got quite literally staggeringly drunk. At some point, I decided on the egalitarian policy of everyone's beer belonging to everyone else, so I just drank anything that was in arm's reach. To his horror, as we settled up at the pub at closing time, my stepfather discovered that he'd been drinking imports all night, and discovered the joy of paying for Budweiser overseas.
We staggered out of the pub and, in the best traditions of British drinking, raised a might battle cry and aimed myopically at the curry shop right across the street. Falling into the shop, we ordered whatever they had left (which we later were convinced was actually Rat-on-a-Stick) and wandered back outside. My memories are a bit fuzzy after that, but I do recall getting chased by a friend of my uncle, who was wearing an Arsenal football jersey and shouting "give us a kiss!" In a move worthy of a kung-fu master, I spun on my heel to run, missed the curb, and promptly fell face-down in the gutter. I also recall all of us standing in a line, all doing that ridiculous mixture of loud whispering and giggling that drunks do when they're doing something they're not supposed to, while we took a synchronised piss in some bloke's bushes. At this point the sheriff's captain decided that what he was doing was not appropriate, and started walking off down the road...still pissing. The night ended with another beer and a really greasy bacon sandwich...it was lovely.
Later on, I'll post one of my best drunks ever, courtesy of the U.S. Government.
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Drinking everytime you get shot in COD4 (or any game really) always works
Wandering taoist, I know of only one thing more crazy then auroras which have a high get you messed up quotient.
A strikeout.
1.) Inhale bong hit
2.) take shot
3.) Chug a beer
4.) exhale
Never have tried this particular one, but after 3-4 beers a heavy drinking friend of mine did 2 strikeouts in an hour and passed out clutching the bong after the 2cnd one.
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It looks like I don't want to try it
But I know guys who will be delighted to hear of a new way to get pissed and stoned at the same time. I will inform you of their survival rate 
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I'd probably have to ask my friends to get the best stories about my drinking escapades since I don't remember most of them.
There's one I can think of, though. We were sitting in a park in the city and somebody brought a bottle of vodka and some orange juice to mix. We quickly realized that it's impossible to mix anything with only two full bottles and no cups or anything. So we decided to do it a little differently. We drank a bit of vodka (out of the bottle, mind you!) and filled the rest with orange juice, drank a bit, filled the rest. Needless to say it was a dumb idea. As far is I know, both the orange juice and the vodka were empty later that night and I had the lion's share. Calling me wasted would be an understatement.
So one of my friends suggests having a jog around the area. So we jogged through a particularly crowded street with cafes left and right. In front of dozens of people I finally decided to jump down two(!) steps. I landed on the sidewalk, face down without even trying to use my arms to lessen the impact (reflexes numbed?). It was extremely embarrassing. I proceeded to puke a few minutes later.
Waking up the next morning I wondered why my knee was hurting bad and why it stuck to my pants. I checked and found it bloody and blue and it took me quite a while to figure out what happened.
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"I'd say I was joining the winning team, but that'd imply there existed a time when I wasn't on team evil."
Ok here is a fun story:
When I lived in california, every now and then my firends and I would head over to my buds house and having a drinking LAN party. This particular one was ninja because I thought it was going to be a normal LAN (mild drinking) so I brought my under aged, brother-in-law to be and his friend with me.
When I got there it was like arriving at heaven only the gates where made of crown royal and the water was high grade Tequila (I'm thinking two brothers but I might be wrong). I tell my brother-in-law to be he can drink but only a little as he was under age, and I wanted to get married to his sister and have a nice mother in law. What went wrong is we allowed my friend to make the margaritas and he has actually died via alcohol poisoning and was revived in a hospital with a tube in his pee pee and still drunk!
About the 2nd margarita in my brother-law to be and his friend started singing and acting drunk, at about 3 hours in we where all getting a bit on the tipsy side (the under age guys really drunk) and we decided to take a break and use the daisy air rifle to shoot beer bottles cans or whatever was around, shots of crown royal for whoever missed. Then after an hour of this we all stumble back into our seats for some counter-strike which we tack on the rule if our team loses we drink. Amazingly dispite being unable to stand and walk over to get another drink without falling over, I pulled an amazing 53-0 beating my personal best and we never lost! After CS was DOTA and every time your hero dies drink for the rest of the night. About 6-7 in the morning I stumble into bed.
---the next day----
I wake up around 3 in the afternoon feeling like sh*t as someone forgot to turn on the AC and the large windows coupled with 6 OC'd PC's running full blast has the temp around 90-95. I have the worst headache I had ever had in my entire life! I stagger over to the AC control to turn it on when I pass a cup of left over margarita, the smell sends my body into reject drink mode and I do the drunkin dash to the toliet and spend about an hour in the dark and heat puking my brains out. The funny part is the whole time I was ralfing over my brother in law as he was passed out curled around the toliet. When I found him I thought he was dead because I was kneeling on his chest when puking. I asked if he had puked because the bowl was clean when I came in he said he did but I couldn't find where.
We ended up spending another 24 hours recovering from the LAN party with my wife and her mom yelling at me on the phone saying I was leading my brother in law down the wrong path blah blah. I did what any man would do, I lied said he didn't touch a drink last night and I would have him drive me home but I can not go outside and I'm voiding my guts every 10 mins. I was still a bit queesy when we decided to hit the road at like 4am the next day.
Too this day I do not think they guessed he got drunker than I... maybe. Also if I smell two brothers tequila my stomach gets a bit upset.
I also have good get drunk on the company dime storys but that is another post.
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Which reminds me: my friend - the one that brought us Russian drinking customs - was walking to the dorms, completely wasted. It was early evening, so he met some of his Ukrainian friends (foreign students) playing soccer on the lawn outside the dorms. He joined the game, but since he realised he's wasted, he took off his pants so as not to have them green when he inevitably falls down. After half an hour of constant falling in his underwear only and then after several more vodkas with Ukrainians (they were drinking percovka, or vodka mixed with pepper, for a change. It's also used as a prevention from cold and basically considered a panacaea in Ukraine) he came back to his room, where he victoriously showed his clean trousers to his girlfriend, awaiting applause. Next morning he was calling me, not really knowing why he has bruised legs, green knees and a terrible blackout.
You can't take the sky from me.