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Things to do in Dublin when you're drunk.

KTRIC

Inspired by the great film "Things to do in Denver when you're dead" I thought I start this thread about things to do in Dublin when you're drunk !!

My favorite thing to do is find a 24/7 store and stock up on chocolate

and then queue for a taxi for 2 hours

Oh the hilarity ...

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Tha Gopher

Eating way too much in Abras or the Leisureplex (the destuctive Abra meal when pissed usually consists of two quarter pounder cheese, at least one, occasionally two, portions of cheese fries and 2 minerals, as I crack open the second when I start sweating profusely halfway through the second burger). You wake up in the morning with a heavy stomach and the knowledge you really didnt need to spend 15 euro.

Im only ten stone btw

Dunno how it doesnt affect me but it doesnt.

pretty*monster

Run riot in a 24 hour Tesco

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Tha Gopher wrote:

Eating way too much in Abras or the Leisureplex (the destuctive Abra meal when pissed usually consists of two quarter pounder cheese, at least one, occasionally two, portions of cheese fries and 2 minerals, as I crack open the second when I start sweating profusely halfway through the second burger). You wake up in the morning with a heavy stomach and the knowledge you really didnt need to spend 15 euro.

Im only ten stone btw Dunno how it doesnt affect me but it doesnt.

I'm sure you're dying on the inside

Edwardius

Mola.mola wrote:

well at least ed is running the risk of getting a thump for his efforts but you're just ripping the piss out of foreigners working in macdonalds at 3am who can't climb over the counter and give you the beating you deserve. i'd imagine you drink far too much and are one of those people that are just a nuisance on a night out. i suggest you rethink you're life. or not. you seem to be enjoying yourself.

Haven't ever been thumped in that state. Most folk find out you're only messin' after a few mins. The trick is to steer clear of scumbags, unless you get a stray one, they never say anything.

Also, weren't you banned earlier in the year or something, (kev?)?

muckwarrior

Zaytoon!!!!

Fanny Cradock

The perfect drunken night in Dublin? hummm....

Begin the night in the local gentalmans club with fat frogs and wkds. Later, when suitably oiled, make you way do to the local dance hall or disco tech. Continue drinking and, towards the end of the night, start chatting up a bird as she talks to her boyfriend. As the boyfriend begins to protest, make sure you take this as a personal insult. He leaves you with little choice: start a scrap with him. Don't dawdle with usless insults that call into question his sexuality, go on the offencive!! Keep punching his face until he is unconscious - all the time making sure you use your gold sovereign rings to their full, devastating effect. Then, as he falls to the ground, begin kicking his head in. When the rozzers arrive do a legger.

One caveat though: watch for blood splatter on your leisure wear - especially if it's white.

Nothin' like beating another person to make you feel like a REAL man.

Huzzah!!

Anyway, what are you lookin at?

Cantab.

Go swimming in the Liffey!

ODS

Cantab. wrote:

Go swimming in the Liffey!

Smart. Real smart :rolleyes:

Dave!

ODS wrote:

Smart. Real smart :rolleyes:

I think he might be "having a joke"

Crucifix

Fall into a deep deep sleep anywhere I care to slump.

ODS

ITC Advertising Standards Code: 11.8.1 Rules for all advertising - "There must be no suggestion that physical or other performance may be improved by alcohol"...Just like all the Guinness ads :rolleyes:

BlitzKrieg

I also have a penchant for going into the nearest chipper and saying "do you have chicken wings?" when they answer yes, I say "well fly over there and get us a quarter pounder and chips then"

but chickens cant fly?

Rhyme

BlitzKrieg wrote:

but chickens cant fly?

Shh, they don't know that...

When inebriated in Dublin... you can (a) eat, (b) sleep, (c) party hard or (d) go home

mfitz

getting a couple of kebabs in islanders on dame street then a steak sambo and cheese chips in abra then going to a casino until the early bars open is the best! they shud realy open a all nite drunk amusement park in dub tsk tsk