What’s the most pissed you’ve ever got?

partyguinness wrote: »

Got so hammered about 10 years ago ended up in a gay bar (with work colleagues) and woke up the next morning 30 miles from naked in some strange guys bed with like 10 missed calls and angry text messages from my heavily pregnant wife....:o


Honest to God have no recollection of what happened and still don't. Spent the next day trying to make my way back home while dry wretching on the train.

How was your gait?

I thought my twenties were pretty wild at times, jaysus I was at nothing.

Most of my bad episode involved spirits. Lived in New York for a few years and there they do shots all the time which are a one-way ticket to destination fcuked as Aussieman would say. I can tolerate a massive quantity of beer and I'm not big. But half that amount of beer and one or two shots and I'm out of the game, palatic. So I don't drink spirits except maybe the odd gin & tonic if I've had a big meal and can't really put down a beer.


Most of my bad episode were in my 20s and one in my teens.


First time drink I was 14 and hadn't a clue of my own tolerance. A naggin would have floored me but a friend made me a concoction from his parents' drinks cabinet. A coffee jar full of vodka, gin, poitin and a splash of ethanol that he kept his dead scorpions preserved in. I necked about half of it and then decided it would be a great idea to go to the school disco. Didn't quite make it there. Was intercepted by the Guards and driven here, there and everywhere because they couldn't get my name or address out of me. They eventually pulled in to a row of shops and got out and asked one of the shopkeepers who, well, shopped me. They brought me home though I had to be carried from the squad car by the two Guards to a neighbour's house because they couldn't leave me alone in my state. My mother was working nights. Had 3 neighbourhood parents induce me to vomit it all out into a basin before putting me to bed. That was at the start of the summer holidays. For the remainder I was banished to my uncle's farm down the country. Bad times.



A few other episodes saw me way up on a bench in the sun in New York having completely blacked out from the night before. Bag and wallet gone and no money to get the train home. I eventually got a taxi home and my housemate paid the fare. the next week at work the phone rings and the receptionist puts it through to someone asking for me. He wouldn't say his name but he had my bag and wallet and asked where he could mail it to. The bag contained a few items like a calculator and a software manual of the company where I worked and the address and phone number. He used the money in the wallet to pay the postage. He found the bag and the wallet down by the Brooklyn Bridge. I woke up on a bench in the Lower west side :eek:


Since then I have managed to only get drunk on beer (good beer that doesn't make you black out) and know when I've had enough.

We woke up with the Sam Maguire sitting on the kitchen table....and we had nothing to do with the team. Hell, we were not even from the same county.

The county I was working in at the time had won the AI. Anyway well into the following week a few of the team were in the town parading the cup around and the like. Anyway, I was out on the beer and heading home and walking past a particular pub (a lock in) on a quiet street and there was the Sam Maguire sititng outside the door on the footpath. Grabed it and legged it.

It was mightly craic back at the house laughing our asses off. This was before camera phones so no pics.

We didnt feel like such gas men in the morning and cold sweats started to form.

We handed it in to the local Garda Station and said we found it. Nothing more every said.

Homelander wrote: »

Come on man, surely there were drugs involved there as well. They must've been some "cocktails" to induce mad delusions and have you leaping out of moving cars and hiding in bushes.

Haha, I was too broke to have any sort of drug habit at 19 years old!

Just glad I woke up the next day.

Thread has taken a dark turn

I was texting for a few weeks and getting on really well with a woman well out of my league when in college but had resigned myself to the likelihood of her not being interested in anything more than being friends.
Monday night was one of the main nights out back then where I was and often there'd be a house party afterwards.
Went out the Monday night with my housemates and back to a party, drank all night until maybe 7 or 8. Slept for about 2 or 3 hours and a few of us went to the college bar for pints when it opened. Got a text from my out of my league friend to ask me did I have good craic last night and the flashback comes of bumping into her the night previously.
Nothing had happened last night of course but this started a text conversation that lasted all day without me mentioning I was drinking, all the while I was drinking away and had moved into town and football was on at this stage on a Tuesday so likely Champions league, 8 or 9 at night and me out basically since last night, so you can imagine my state. Anyway whatever drunken ****e I was texting I had gotten myself an invite around to hers. Happy days.
The walk to hers is only about a kilometre or 2 away so decide against a taxi, sure the walk and fresh air will sober me up a bit, sent her a text I'll be 15 mins or so.
Blank.
Next thing I remember I'm sitting in her kitchen absolutely drenched to the bone and her and her flatmates making me tea and toast.
Turns out in my horny drunken state I managed to walk as far as her garden, got up to the door and fell asleep right outside it, torrential rain started and I was sound to the world, she tried ring me and heard my phone ringing and found me outside, only for that I could've been in big trouble. Needless to say I didn't get lucky. Some horrors after that for a while.

posturingpat wrote: »

On another occasion I was at a festival, witness or oxegen not 100 percent sure which but had been drinking all day on the first night met in with a few and managed to land myself back in a tent with a woman.
Woke up a few hours later dying for a slash,look out through the zip, there's one of them metal fences/rails about 20yards away,will do rightly for a quick piss,throw on my jocks and jacket, sure it's only 20 yards away no need to get fully dressed.
Climb out of the tent and wobble as far as my makeshift toilet, start emptying my bladder and cop my jackets stuck to me, not my jacket at all but the lady I was staying with but who gives a **** ill be back in the tent in a minute.
Turn around to walk back to the tent only to remember I haven't a clue what colour/size/shape this tent is and hundreds of them in front of me. Check a few but give up. Try work out where my own tent is and realise it's a completely different campsite. Still on the same ground but One was campsite A and one was B.
So I had to walk/wobble bare foot in my boxers and this woman's jacket that covers my arms and half my chest through 2 campsites. Sun starting to rise and people getting up in the morning and some people still parting from the night before, you can hazard a guess how much random abuse/slagging I got thrown at me by strangers on that walk.

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85603 wrote: »

thought the pissed here meant angry.

a co-worker kept slagging me on an issue i couldnt win on, and its something that in fairness im a bit sensitive about. to do with my physical appearance. one of those things that you can never really win on.

the slagging was light hearted but he kept returning to it day after day. and i had no real comeback that i could use. and i couldnt tell him to fck off for certain reasons. it got to me.

eventually it pre-occupied my mind, and i started examining my appearance (for want of a better term) while i thought he was not around, but he'd crept up on me and kind of caught me in the act and started laughing at me, and i had nothing.

thats about as angry as ive been for some time. so because i couldnt react due to certain circumstances in the workplace i just had to make out it was a bit of a laugh.
on my lunch break i was away from the workplace and i was pretty furious and cursing my lot in life.

so after i got back i took his mug from the kitchen and pissed in it ...a good three quaters full, and wiped my ballbag on it, and my taint and my hole. Then emptied it of my piss and gave it a bit of a rinse.

Now every time he has a pop at me it doesnt feel quite as bad, cause i just watch him that morning having his tea from that mug, and ask him if he had a nice cuppa at lunch time.

Next time he makes a joke, don't laugh, don't react and watch him squirm as he realises that you don't find it funny.

If he asks why just be blunt and say you continuously comment on my appearance and it's starting to make me uncomfortable. If he says you can't take a joke, say yeah, you can, just not the kind that ridicules people to get a laugh.

That, or s**t on his desk and put two googlie eyes on it.