The "OMG I can't believe I did that last night" thread

A friend of mine in college spent a semester in Germany. He met a couple of hot chicks in a bar, flirted with them, and then they agreed to have a threesome with him when they got back to his flat in town. He was so excited that he started downing shots and passed out drunk before the next bus arrived. Needless to say, but the threesome never happened.

That's acting like an idiot.

 

kinda good that didnt happen. they wouldve stole all of his ****

 

Frank the Tank

 

Frank is that you

 

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And they might have left him a little present that's red and itchy on his unmentionables

 

If he gave you his number, he's serious. Unless he gave you a fake number. Give it a call - the worst that can happen is that you get the "this number has been disconnected" message.

Actually, the worst that could happen is that he is serious, but his band can only actually play the Rock Band "instruments."

That made me laugh.

In college, I downed a bunch of drinks one night and a couple of girls talked me into letting them cut my hair. I then threw up twice in their john. There was no scoring that night (although my hair fortunately didn't look any worse than it normally did).

 

Pretty good story...I'll tell the worst of mine, and what my group will forever deem the "trolley" incident.

It's my friend's 22nd and she decides to rent a limo, and asks if everyone would chip in 20 bucks to ride a limo to Midtown and Rice Village for her birthday. Theres 15 or 20 of us and we all oblige. To our surprise, she gets a freakin San Francisco style trolley for us to ride and drink in. Awesome stuff. So me and my friend brought a full handle of crown and a 2 liter bottle of coke. I start drinking crown and coke (or rather, crown with a splash of coke) before and during the trolley ride. Don't remember how much, but it was a lot. I remember doing some sort of male stripper routine on an ice chest using one of the poles in the bus. We get to Brian Oneills.

They stamp my hand, and in I go immediately use the restroom. And that's all I remember. Next thing I know, I'm waking up at my friend's house again, and it's 8:00 A.M.

So my bud and I have to get to work this particular Saturday, and on the way to work I ask him what the hell happened. I remember distinctly telling him "Did I do anything stupid?" his answer was "No...."

We're at work. My other friend calls me, asking me how I'm feeling. He knew I had dranken too much. I say fine, just at work can I call you back later. He says that's cool, call me later.

I'm in my boss's car and the phone rings again. It's the same friend. I'm really hungover at this point, Gatorade's not helping and I pick up the phone. Conversation went as follows:

"Hey man, what's up?"
"Hey dude...nothing much. Uhh...well we have a situation."
"What happened?"
"Well the trolley guy wants 50 bucks for what happened on the trolley last night."
"What happened?"
"The whole peeing thing."
"Someone peed in the trolley!?"
"Yeah..."
"Who!?"
"You did."
"........I'll call you back."

I turn to my friend, who's in the car with me.

"I thought you said I didn't do anything stupid."
"I lied."

Turns out, I got into Brian O'neills and started dropping beer bottles and they were apparently trying to get me out of there. Soon as they did, they stuck me in the trolley where they took turns taking care of me. During one of these, I guess I needed to go to the bathroom...so I did. In the trolley. I had to call the driver the next day and ask him for his address so I could send him 50.00 via money order. Awkward.

I don't drink crown anymore.

 

that is hilarious. . .if that is the worse of it
you came out ok .. . .

the guy was hitting on you .. .slipped you his number
*grin* J/K

I've only gotten that drunk once .. . and don't remember that much detail

My friends said I was sedate but . . .. never know

Rocket River

 

Great thread with even better potential.

I have no great story to add really, although I have been making a bit of a d******d of myself the last couple of times out on the town at a particular club which has a pole on the dance floor though.

 

I've drunkenly peed on lots of stuff. Air conditioners, fridges, shoes, cats, garbage cans, people, statues, doors, doorknobs, door mats, chairs, tires, truck beds, fences, neighbor's porches, potted plants, a bucket of ice, coolers, inside a cooler, flowers, laundry baskets, hotel lobbies.

Hey, it happens. No worries!

 

i peed inside a school's ice maker when i was in highschool

 

i filled up an in n out burger cup which the taxi driver passed back to me to pee in in vegas, then when that was full, i pissed all over the back of his seat and looped some over his seat onto him and the dashboard (which i dont think he noticed). really nothing i could have done about it, and its his fault for taking an f'd up route back to my hotel and needlessly getting stuck on the highway.

 

fell asleep on a del taco sign in vegas for about 30 mins..probably have more but too lazy to think about it right now

 

Once, I rented National Treasure 2. Man did I feel stupid when I woke up.

 

situation: guests reach after-party before we get back from the bars. Sitting in the back of a car, head resting on front seat - trying to block out the car's motion.

<phone rings>

- "hello?"
"uh ... we broke your door."
- "what?"
"your front door ... Eric ran into it and now it's off the hinges"
- "you did what?"
"we're really sorry man ..."
- "you broke my door?"
"yeah."
- "oh ... well ... the beer's in the fridge and there's some liquor on the counter. Get started, I think we're close."

 

this didnt happen to me but to a friend. its kind of long, so hopefully it makes sense.

it was my 21st bday and i passed around shot 18. so i wake up the next morning and i hear someone knocking on the apartment door. im way too hungover to move so eventually my roommate who lived on the bottom story of our apartment answers the door (we lived in a triple one guy and me on the second floor and another on the first floor). about an hour later i drag myself out of bed and ask my roommate who had been knocking on the door. he said it was a maintenance guy who claimed to be doing a random inspection. the maintenance guy walks into my roommate's room and finds a ladder in the corner of the room. my roommate has no clue where the ladder came from and tells the maintenance guy this. the maintenance guy laughs at my friend and accuses him of knocking over the door at the apartment across the hall and stealing the ladder. the apartment across the hall was being renovated and the maintenance guys had left the ladder inside the locked apartment. so eventually our third roommate comes back, and he too also claims to have no clue where the ladder came from. while were trying to rehash what happened we get a call from the landlord saying we have five days to vacate the apartment or theyre going to call the cops.

a while later our neighbor comes over to our apartment and we explain our dilemma. after we tell him the story he starts cracking up and we're all wondering why he's laughing. he tells us that around 3 or 4 am our third roommate, the guy who lived upstairs, was completely blackout and was being loud as hell just outside our apartment. so our neighbor comes outside to find our roommate running across the hallway start and busting through the door of the apartment being renovated across the hall. he then walks inside the apartment and comes out with the ladder. he tells our neighbor that nobody is going to see this s*it. he proceeds to rabs a pair of scissors, climb the ladder and cut the wire to the security camera in the hallway between the apartments. finally, he walks back into our apartment and at some point must have placed the ladder in our roommate who lived on the first floor's room. my roommate swore he had no recollection of doing any of these things.

luckily he agreed to pay the landlord a few hundred for the door and we werent kicked out. it was a crazy morning though.

 

topic won

 

Last time I shot tequila, I woke up naked on the floor of my apartment in Santa Monica.

Underneath me was my ironing board which I apparently crushed as I passed out.

OK, there's my story....where is Fatty Fat b*stard's contribution to this thread??