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How drunk do you get?
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10-05-2009 4:22pm#1Just thought I’d ask everyone how drunk they get when they head out on the piss? I moved into a new house a few years back and as ya do, I had a session in the house. I had never touched a certain sweetie until that night and always wanted to try it. On top of that I was after downing (from what I'm told) a bottle and a half of Jack Daniels. Early into Sunday morning some of us ended up outside the house and I thought I was superman and climbed up on to a van. Next thing I remember is waking up in Ardkeen hospital in Waterford the following Tuesday morning. Thing was, I had broken both thumbs and for my bravery a fractured skull.
Thing was, the doctors couldn't understand how I broke both thumbs. My mates came to see me in hospital and it transpired what happened. You see, my bedroom was on the third floor of the house and because everyone was off their faces and the local dealer was in the house, panic hit everyone. Two of the lads decided to carry me up the stairs and as they did my hands were left dangling and each step they took they managed to catch my thumbs under their feet, all the way up to the third floor.
As soon as they reached the top of the stairs they realised they needed an ambulance, probably because of the normal signs of blood pissing out of you're head and near coma state. Calling an ambulance meant that because of the circumstances the gardai would call. So, the lads decided that it would "look suspicious" if they brought me to the bedroom, seeing as most of my blood was on the ground outside the house. So, they decided to carry me back down the stairs, once again breaking my thumbs more and more.
While the lads were carrying me up and down the stairs another mate who was a bit "worse for wear" had run down to the Bridge hotel with a bed sheet covering him to call for an ambulance (mobile phones weren't big then) scaring the **** out of a load of American tourists setting out on their sight seeing and warranting yet another phone call to the authorities for a raving lunatic freaking out at reception, with a bed sheet around him.
By the time the ambulance came, most of the people who were chewing the faces off themselves had cleared the area for fear of what the cops would do and say. The price I paid is a fractured skull, two thumbs that don't and probably never will, work properly again. Thing is, lately (and I only drink at weekends) when I go out there’s always the time you remember up until about 10pm or thereabouts, then its texting all day Saturday or Sunday trying to fill the gap of around 4-6 hours. I'm a binge drinker but should I be forgetting stuff like this when I’m drunk. I blame the god damn baby Guinness’s (don’t ya just love 'em)
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Between 12am-2am is generally a total blur for me, but somehow always remember getting home. Those 2 missing hours are generally spent tearin around the dance floor of some over priced nite club that im nearly gettin too old for!
Good times!! I loved getting p*ssed
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then its texting all day Saturday or Sunday trying to fill the gap of around 4-6 hours. I'm a binge drinker but should I be forgetting stuff like this when I’m drunk. I blame the god damn baby Guinness’s (don’t ya just love 'em)
You can't pass the blame onto the baby Guinness.
If I was missing 4-6 hours and forgetting stuff, I would be seriously thinking of ending the binge drinking.0 -
I've broken both legs, two further fractures on my skull, broke my left hand, broke my wrist, been stabbed, wrote off 2 cars, broke my left ankle, strained my spine, broke my nose...Im naturally accident prone and most of these happened when i was sober. Could never ease back on the drink, its what the weekends are avout
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technically you weren't just drunk when you did all of this 'fun' stuff.Just thought I’d ask everyone how drunk they get when they head out on the piss? I moved into a new house a few years back and as ya do, I had a session in the house. I had never touched a certain sweetie until that night and always wanted to try it. On top of that I was after downing (from what I'm told) a bottle and a half of Jack Daniels. Early into Sunday morning some of us ended up outside the house and I thought I was superman and climbed up on to a van. Next thing I remember is waking up in Ardkeen hospital in Waterford the following Tuesday morning. Thing was, I had broken both thumbs and for my bravery a fractured skull.
Thing was, the doctors couldn't understand how I broke both thumbs. My mates came to see me in hospital and it transpired what happened. You see, my bedroom was on the third floor of the house and because everyone was off their faces and the local dealer was in the house, panic hit everyone. Two of the lads decided to carry me up the stairs and as they did my hands were left dangling and each step they took they managed to catch my thumbs under their feet, all the way up to the third floor.
As soon as they reached the top of the stairs they realised they needed an ambulance, probably because of the normal signs of blood pissing out of you're head and near coma state. Calling an ambulance meant that because of the circumstances the gardai would call. So, the lads decided that it would "look suspicious" if they brought me to the bedroom, seeing as most of my blood was on the ground outside the house. So, they decided to carry me back down the stairs, once again breaking my thumbs more and more.
While the lads were carrying me up and down the stairs another mate who was a bit "worse for wear" had run down to the Bridge hotel with a bed sheet covering him to call for an ambulance (mobile phones weren't big then) scaring the **** out of a load of American tourists setting out on their sight seeing and warranting yet another phone call to the authorities for a raving lunatic freaking out at reception, with a bed sheet around him.
By the time the ambulance came, most of the people who were chewing the faces off themselves had cleared the area for fear of what the cops would do and say. The price I paid is a fractured skull, two thumbs that don't and probably never will, work properly again. Thing is, lately (and I only drink at weekends) when I go out there’s always the time you remember up until about 10pm or thereabouts, then its texting all day Saturday or Sunday trying to fill the gap of around 4-6 hours. I'm a binge drinker but should I be forgetting stuff like this when I’m drunk. I blame the god damn baby Guinness’s (don’t ya just love 'em)0 -
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By the time the ambulance came, most of the people who were chewing the faces off themselves had cleared the area for fear of what the cops would do and say. The price I paid is a fractured skull, two thumbs that don't and probably never will, work properly again. Thing is, lately (and I only drink at weekends) when I go out there’s always the time you remember up until about 10pm or thereabouts, then its texting all day Saturday or Sunday trying to fill the gap of around 4-6 hours. I'm a binge drinker but should I be forgetting stuff like this when I’m drunk. I blame the god damn baby Guinness’s (don’t ya just love 'em)
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I tend to either be buzzed or vomiting. There's not a lot of in-between. Only been at vomiting four or five times. It's like a light switch, I'll go from happy-go-lucky buzzed and then all of the sudden the toilet will be my best mate then it's straight off to bed. I never end up doing any of this stupid crazy fun blackout stuff everyone talks about, I've never lost control. Can always remember everything.. maybe not right away, but eventually.
I feel left out.
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I tend to either be buzzed or vomiting. There's not a lot of in-between. Only been at vomiting four or five times. It's like a light switch, I'll go from happy-go-lucky buzzed and then all of the sudden the toilet will be my best mate then it's straight off to bed. I never end up doing any of this stupid crazy fun blackout stuff everyone talks about, I've never lost control. Can always remember everything.. maybe not right away, but eventually.
I feel left out.
You could try this stuff.
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