Okay, so I was perusing my usual online haunts when I came across this funny bit about a guy in Toronto, who was apparently out on a drunken horse ride! And decided it was time to take a nap with his horse, in a ATM foyer! ~laughs~
So I thought it would be kind of funny to find out what everyone's "worst pass out" Story was ~L~ We all have at least one don't we ? lol
Me? I'm famous for tying on a good one, and locking myself in whatever available wash room where I usually wretch myself silly and flake out till morning(or noon in some cases lol) This is usually a harmless act on my part. But on one occasion I went bar hopping with my sister and some friends, Drank a lot of Rye and Ginger(mostly in doubles lol) Which lead to my sister holding me up every step of the way back to their apartment ~L~ I'm Canadian, and that night was one of the worst blizzards we have seen in our 20+ years here. By the time we got in, the change in temperature put me right in the toilet! They lived in a tiny apartment, with an even smaller wash room ~L~ that also didn't lock! And that night was the night that I decided to expand my usual drunken pass out routine, to include a strip tease! I peeled everything off, and coddled the John for dear life! Above and beyond my knowledge, it wasn't my sister to find me in such a fine state, but instead my brother in law ! ..Needless to say I never lived it down, and these days? I'm not much of a drinker hehe
So, what's your story?
Actual photo of the drunk in Toronto!
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My mum found me the next morning, fast asleep fully clothed on my bedroom floor, with sticky brown stuff all over my face, hands (and the carpet) - and a Mars bar wrapper stuck to my forehead.
Went with a friend of mine to a Stiff Little Fingers gig in Camden a few years ago. Got there an hour early so went to a pub, drank a few shots and a pint, went into the gig where I had a few more drinks, threw up in the loos and then started a fight with some punks, realised I was out classed and legged it with my mate half way through the gig!
Now this stuff was strong, very strong....
People were passed out, on their feet, propped up against walls, doors, wherever!
One man managed to pass out sitting on the settee, and when we tried to lay him down, he stayed in the sitting position, despite the best attempts of three women to straighten him out!
All this on less than half a pint each!
Needless to say, the ladies (myself included) had been drinking wine or spirits, so we were fine, but the fellas.....
We went down the pub to finish the party :-)
1. Company Party in London. Had just thrown up into a drain when asked by passers by if I could get them a drink - so I stole a bottle of vodka for them, then decided I'd thrown up in my hair so went to wash it. What I thought was shampoo was polyfilla (stuff for mending holes in walls).
2. Passed out at a friends house, awoke naked in bed to find friends wife fiddling and trying to get me (or it) to wake up....
3. Passed out in a public loo in the busiest cafe in the centre of the city. Apparently they were about to call the fire brigade/ambulance when I finally came round...
4. Woke up one morning to find I'd driven 83 miles home from a party I couldn't remember going to...
5. Won a weekend with the prettiest girl at the do - only to find she was not the prettiest by a long shot - and oh boy was she boring. One of those that knew a lot of facts but couldn't string two thoughts together to make conversation.
6 Came round on a German cargo ship. Apparently I'd 'tagged along' with two prostitutes who were busily going through the crew while I emptied the ship of schnapps....
There were more but these were all in the distant past. I don't drink these days and most people would agree that it's probably a good job.
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