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James's Gate Revenge

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  • 15-03-2007 12:23am
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    Closed Accounts Posts: 15,515 ✭✭✭✭


    who gets it?

    you know the morning after a night on the guinness and an opitional indian when you are in awful arse labour, and nothing matters as long as you get to the bog, then its like sticky toffee pudding and all people can hear is chewbaccas growls coming out of the dunny, i had it on monday morning in work, had to run in as i didnt want the dreaded turtles brylcream on my shreddies.

    any one else got morning after guinness/ beer stories


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 41,926 ✭✭✭✭_blank_


    I get it bad when I've started on Guinness and switched to Bulmers halfway through the night.

    That stink could poison a large Iraqi village I can tell you.

    But the visit to the jacks that morning is usually a thing of beauty. Starting off with the usual Guinnessey goodness as described above, but then the waiting Bulmers after affects kicks in. Oh yes. It is normally at least a three flusher.


  • Registered Users Posts: 9,925 ✭✭✭trout


    any one else got morning after guinness/ beer stories

    first and worst to date ... young trout is 17 years of age, working as a petrol pump jockey for large autoparts supplier, got bladdered at company christmas do, suffered badly next morning on the 7 o'clock shift ... got a lift into work, leaking arse fumes so badly i nearly barfed at my own stench

    ... held my guts together long enough to lurch to the nearest loo, which was the ladies loo with a window facing onto the garage forecourt ... where my petrol pumpin' pals decided to break branches off the christmas tree and beat me about the head and neck through the open window, while i am slipping and sliding off the seat, leaving an awful trail of destruction all over the ladies loo ... and yes i mean all over ... bastards were trying to bludgeon me to death in my own drizzly cack

    as a protest i refused to clean up, and no-one else was going to do it, so we stuck up an Out of Order sign, and left it for three days until the stench forced management into action ... not my finest moment :o


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 15,515 ✭✭✭✭admiralofthefleet


    trout wrote:
    working as a petrol pump jockey

    my mate had the same job a few years ago, he called himself a fuel injection technician, excellent story by the way, nearly pissed myself laughing


  • Registered Users Posts: 7,541 ✭✭✭Heisenberg.


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 15,515 ✭✭✭✭admiralofthefleet


    Reason: The support bar on the wall.

    and the fact that you are disabled on the way in


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  • Registered Users Posts: 22,756 ✭✭✭✭The Hill Billy


    who gets it?

    you know the morning after a night on the guinness and an opitional indian when you are in awful arse labour, and nothing matters as long as you get to the bog, then its like sticky toffee pudding and all people can hear is chewbaccas growls coming out of the dunny, i had it on monday morning in work, had to run in as i didnt want the dreaded turtles brylcream on my shreddies.

    any one else got morning after guinness/ beer stories

    Brother admiralofthefleet - Have you been eating Roger's Thesaurus again?


  • Registered Users Posts: 17,213 ✭✭✭✭therecklessone


    Reason: The support bar on the wall.

    aka the straining bar. Saves one having to put one foot on the radiator, one on the sink, to squeeze one out.

    I'm gonna like this forum.

    Worst case of post-vitamin G ****s I've experienced was in Amsterdam. 6 days staying with a mate drinking in his local Irish bar, who served the nicest Guinness, by day 7 I was in an awful state. Stomach cramps all the way into central station on the underground, I made it up Damrak to the easyeverything internet shop and up to their jax where I gave birth to the most evil creation this earth has ever seen. The paint was running down the walls the smell was so foul. I wiped and got the f*ck out before I lost the will to live, only to be met by the cleaner at the door on her way in...:eek:

    I didn't bother with the 5 guilders worth of net time I had left, I didn't want my collar felt for that crime against armitage shanks.

    I travelled to Paris that day to spend 3 days in the company of another mate where, yes you guessed it, we drank copious amounts of Arthur's finest around teh city. I spent each morning balancing precariously over a hole in the ground, depositing the previous night's intake. Terribly uncivilised folk the French...


  • Registered Users Posts: 8,382 ✭✭✭petes


    seansouth wrote:
    I get it bad when I've started on Guinness and switched to Bulmers halfway through the night.

    I did that last Saturday night. Sunday was not a good day.

    The worst was a four day session which would have included at least ten pints per day. That was a memorable fifth day.


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