Originally posted by jahlad
i once went for a night out in wigan and was woken at around 8am on the town hall steps in bolton.
i was sound asleep along side 2 friends, all wearing rented suits, i was wearing someone elses shoes (because someone else had stolen mine, he in turn had had his stolen by a passing tramp) and had a double donnar on naan stuffed in my inside pocket (stone cold, covered in lard).
none of us had any idea of how we got to bolton....and no one of around 50 people we were out with saw us leave.
Didnt have any strange marks on your body and a sore bum did you?
The truth is out there....
Best mate got married in August, year before last...so about 20 of of us (for one reason or another) decided to go have teh stag do on a beach...sorta !pm onwards thing...BBQ etc..anyway...while things carried on with drinking and other such popular "intoxicants"....somebody past a bag of "shrooms" around, while we were sitting round the fire....they reached this guy, who had never had them before, and was quite pi$$ed allready, and everyone forgot about them...
Anyway..some time later, we wondered where he had gone...and found only a large empty bag, formerly full of said fungus.
It transpired, as we looked for him...that firstly, he had removed his clothes, and secondly..was walking into the water...this normally wouldnt be wise as he coudlnt swim...problem was, this guy was Western Samoan (sp?) and looked like an All Black...so in order to prevent out friend having a crash course in swimming, which would most likely have lead to his death...6 of us us went swimming too, because its very hard to convince someone in that state of mind, that what they are doing is a bad idea and even harder to prevent, due to the fact he was built like an Ox
I dont really have many stories about my being drunk, as I kinda gave up when I was old enough to start....when I started driving.
However...was playing "pontoon for Shots" with some mates one night, and they hadnt seen me reaally pi$$ed before, so started fixing my cards when I went to the loo (fixing the deck).
I was completely sh!tfaced, by teh time two of us popped back round his house to get more booze at 4am, I was singng at the top of my voice and climbing trees...apon our return...we continued the game, I continued losing...and I woke up at about 5PM teh next day, head out teh patio door, freezing cold, with a very large pool of pink puke all over the patio and fedling rather ****e....also had a girl with one tit hanging out, laying on me, which is odd as there were no females there at 4am...
Also..unless you want to be violently ill, buty not drunk..do not drink Bacardi like it is water..its very bad for carpets.
Ahh...last but not least.
While around said, best mates one night..two ladies, friends of ours, arrived unannounced after a night on the sauce.
Erica and Biz.
Erica was fine (ish), Biz made in in the front door, then collapsed on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, outside teh toilet.
She remained there for several hours.
To our surprise, she walked into teh living room and said two things....I'm hungry and where is the toilet...so, off went Erica and Biz to teh kitchen...Boz opened teh fridge door, squatted and relieved herself, right there and then, all over the floor...which, I must say...was rather humerous to me, as I did not have to clear it up....
There are other tales of "Biz and Erica", but i cant tell them here....
