Tell us your worst drunk story!

[Shuck]

Some of the best drunken times have been at paintball tournaments. I spend the whole week in Toulouse (apart from two mornings) so drunk it was unbelieveable! Some of the best nights have been on the saturday of a tournament, when the players party usually is. After the party (or gathering, in the case of a lack of a players party) me, Phil and a select group of people, get in a taxi and go to a random club. Some of the fun you can have in a strange place, knowing that you will probabily never go back there is unbelieveable At Campaign we ended up in a club called Caesers. £21 all you can eat and drink!!! HEAVEN I think. Try it at the next big tourney you are at, and you are in a strange place.

 

[HERMITT]

Yo Shuck,

We ain't even gonna mention the boy Calvin, a campsite and a couple of allergic reactions now are we........Bless!

Calvin you have until tomorow to tell the story or one of the many involved will!

 

[cjohns]

Drunk

I am always drunk

 

[JohnJ]

One of the worst states I got myself in was on a stag weekend in Amsterdam.
On the morning we were due to fly back I decided to skip breakfast and start on the Stella in order to ease my fear of flying.
Needless to say the effect of the whole weekends beer hit at once and I got a bit 'wobbly'.
Walking back to the train station I decided to cross the road only to be told that it was straight on. My body and brain were now heading in two different directions but decided to compromise and throw me face down onto the tram rail running up the street - fortunately I managed to save my hands but not my glasses!
Arriving at the airport the lads managed to slow the blood pumping out of my head to a reasonable level and told me to stay away from the check in only to find me leaning over it asking for 'two halves to Preston please'.
God knows how, but I managed to get on the flight and return home.
Once home I decided that the day was still young and asked the taxi driver to drop me at my local.
This is where I was eventually found by my long suffering wife, Wendy - still stood there with my suitcase, broken glasses and looking like the elephant man after he'd been mugged.
The worst part was the following two weeks of feeling the blood in my sinuses crack as they cleared.

K2 John

Ps Went on a lager diet once and lost most of the 80's.

 

[Seraph]

naked snow angels with two of the hottest girls i've ever met.......during the coldest blizzard in like 50 years!

or

reffing scenario game + Corona and Honey Brown = messing with sponsor's tents with owner of field!

 

[Shuck]

Hey Hermitt,

How are things? Does Calvin use this board at all? If not, then its totally fair that the story gets told anyway. The peeps on p8ntballer cannot have deprived lives, and must learn of the "evils" of drinking

I can't wait till tomorrow

 

[Shuck]

Tell the Story

Hey Hermitt,

I think you are going to have to tell the story about Calvin then, since no body else is going to and I only saw the end product of the drinking. Believe me, even that was too much

 

[HERMITT]

Well here goes.......

Now is everybody sitting comfortably? Then i'll begin:

The Campaign Cup 2001 was an experience Bugout will never forget. What can i say other than the scale of things got to us and our usual style of play (no talking, no moving and definately no smiling!!!) was suffering. So, the idea of drowning our sorrows with the northern monkeys otherwise known as the Stupid Troopers (gotta love those guys!) seemed a pretty good one. For most of us the following exploits consisted of nothing more than letching over the recently arrived 18 year old from 6E Chicks (whoever you are i apologise unreservedly!) and using a huige great plastic bag full of air as a trampoline. Three feet high and a heavy landing never hurts when drunk.

When i arrived at about 11pm everyone was pretty ****ered but, still reasonably with it. Everyone bar the boy Calvine. This kid was proper F*@*ed. And so the night continued....

After more drinking, bouncing and letchin as well as trying to hurdle the entrance barrier to the campsite, we all retired to our tents. Calvin through the night seemed to become more aggitated and hyper running round giggling his ass off and showing just how far he can slide on his stomach straight into a rather spikey bush! On the way back to the tent he kept running off into the distance, only to be foundl, when we caught up with him lying on his baclk in tear of laughter! Just as we approached the tents my bro started a farting contest with a real earth shatterer! Not to be outdone Calvin let one fly! Not bad! Chris responded, and Calvin did the same. However, the fart didn't stop there and Calvin drew mud! A look of horror gripped his face as his hands gripped his arse! He ran/waddled to the toilets where noises of 'relief' were heard. Unfortunately having cleaned himself up and gone to sleep his bladder decided that it was plenty full and had to be emptied, shame Calvin wasn't conscious at the time or the tent wouldn't have resembled one of the Great Lakes, Man that boy can piss!!!

Moral of the story an allergy to alcohol and nicotine are not cured by White Lightning Cider and Lucky Strike!!

Thanks to Stupid Troopers who were great hosts (love the Caravan) and Calvin who provided the entertainment!!

 

[TheRo0sTer]

Now that is FUNNY AS F%^*!!! Here is another from me and my drinking exploits....

July 2001 Bug Jam 14... This a show where VW folks from all over go to party and party even more. Well DubStyle my VW Club about 7 of us brought a Keg of beer, 3 cases of Beer, 4 gallons of Vodka for the 3 day event. Starting Friday evening and drinking well into the WEe Hours of Sat. Morning I woke up drunk and started off with some Vodka's and Grape Juice. Later into the evening we were doing KEG STANDS. This is where you do a hand stand and see how long you can drink. Now by 9pm I had helped kill 2 gallons of Vodak and done 10 keg stands atleast 5 of them 30-50 secs long! Well p i s s e d I was. Later in the evening I got up on stage and performed a RAP song about me infront of 800 people, Tried to kill everyone from my mates workshop in his caravan, ran thru huge puddles of mud stomping my size 11's all the way! Here is the funny part waking up with my feet hanging out of my 64 Bus and my cloths soaked from head to toe and this Blue Crap all over my T-Shirt. What later turned out to be that Blue **** they put in the portapotties! What happend or how it got there is still a mystery!

 

[Shuck]

Hermitt, let me fill in a blank for you. The lovely girls name is Kate and I think she still plays for the 6E chicks, although don't qoute me on that.

What ever happened to the huge plastic bag (3 foot by 6 foot) full of air???? We popped it when Boyley drove over it in the Volvo full of kit and 4 of us.

R.I.P Large Plastic bag, 2001. It was well loved.................too well loved I think!