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I don't drink very often but I think there have been 4 times in my entire life that I've been really drunk and I'm going on 27 at the moment.
When I do drink I try to set a limit to myself, because the last thing I want to do is end up hurting anyone's feelings. So the times that I have been drunk I tend to be a very quiet drunk and try my best not to say anything. The most horrible thing about when I over-exceed my amount of alcohol consumption I tend to completely black out. I think three out of four times I've been drunk I have no memory of that part of the night. Here is one of my stories: 1.) One time I went drinking with some of my buddies I had met through university. I promised him that one of my free weekends I would come to visit him. Him and his buddies are absolutely great to be around and talk with and they tell the greatest stories and can be some of the most witty sarcastic people of all time. Basically I had initially started off that night with just a half case of budweiser. Throughout the night, that got mixed in with a few types of alcohol I should of had second thoughts of: The type of alcohol I ended up drinking that night: 6 bottles of budweiser 3 bottles of homebrew a few shots of jagrmeister or as I like to call it(Alcoholic NyQuil) a few shots of of jim bean I knew I was drunk but I was having such a riot listening to the guys stories and we were listening to a lot of KMFDM in the basement at the time. The last memory I have, is that I needed to go to the bathroom, and then I have no idea what happened afterwards, my mind was a complete blank. The next memory is that I had somehow made it upstairs to his friends bedroom on his bed. I had no idea how I got there, and when my friend woke me up we were ready to go, and then he told I had made a complete puken mess in his friends basement bathroom but told me not to worry about it, because I was really worried I didn't intend to make a scene, but they're planning was to get me drunk that night anyway, so overall it was really good. The funny thing is the next morning I had no hangover whatsoever, I felt the best kind and just really refreshed. Thankfully out of all the times I ever been drinking that was the first time I ever needed to puke because of overconsumption of alcohol. Overall its still a great time and they still tell some of the ridicously funny stories of all time. Jam it back in, in the dark. ![]() |