*raises eyebrow* WTF!? haha, if this is a life story, I'd like to hear it.

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If it's a life story, I'm sure he'd like to hear it too.

The weirdest for me is always when I drink until I black out on the lake or somewhere else about an hour away, then wake up at home with my car in the garage an no way of knowing how the hell I got back. I mean, I drive fairly well drunk, though I do poorly in reverse, but I doubt I could make it back in a blackout state. I'm crazy when I'm blacked out. Or so I'm told.

HI-larious. Never happend to me before, I atleast remember the walk to the car. But yeah, that's got to be pretty freaky.


EDIT: and now I have to pee.

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Freaky's usually when I check my cell phone recent call list and find out I left a 30 minute message on the voice mail of some girl I barely know at around sunrise. When I wake up at home I'm confused, but happy not to have to make the drive back hungover. The hangover drive sucks.

I hate waking up at home, in bed, not knowing just how the fuck you got there after a colossal night out. An empty wallet usually accompanies that. Especially when you were drinking over 50 km's away.

When I party, I drink for free! But that was last year. I've been pretty much drunk every weekend since New Years' when my buddy went into service. I drink alone now. Rarely does my roommate drink so...eh.

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I often drink too much when I'm at "parties". It is all too tempting.

...Then I wake up with a pink dress on, with my hair in pigtails.

Fucking christ. Only drawback of drinking.....I just broke the head off my pueter figurine of a wizard that my sister in law gave me for christmas....I fucking hope apoxy glue will mend this atrosity.

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There are worse places to wake up than home. Like in a pile of vomit - yours? Somebody else's? - on the floor of an apartment in the projects.

There are a lot of drawbacks to drinking. But there's a major plus, and I'll let Bukowski say it because he said it best and fuck you:

Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious enough, you wouldn't become obvious yourself.

Aside from that, you'll destroy your stomach, liver, and a lot of your personal property, do terrible things without realizing it, drunk dial anybody, lose jobs and friends, but if you want those things you can go to hell. I have to go finish my beer. A twelve pack is the silliest of measurements. What the hell does a dozen beers do?

By the way, Nihilist, I'm glad you can tell those stories. I always start off down that road but something intervenes, so instead of a dress and pigtails I wake up in my underwear and wifebeater, barefoot, and try and figure a way home. Like I said, your bed is not a bad place to wake up. Also: having a friend who'll let his impulses take him anywhere is a bad idea if you drink too much. Never trust someone who picks you up to go to dinner or a bar and then decides it'd be better to break into an amusement park. You'll regret it. Although, from any bad experience you earn a good story, so it might be worth it.

I woke up in a pool of vomit once. Wasn't pleasant.

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I don't do it often - it's something I try not to do - but there's days you eat the bar and days the bar eats you, and those come frequently if you don't sleep much and don't eat dinner some day, and then figure you can still drink like normal. The worst was in bed with the girlfriend about two days before she left for South America, I drank about 2/3 a jug and then ended up at some other apartment where they were serving some vodka and something citrus drink, which I still thought was wine. Needless to say, I drank a lot of those fuckers too. Then, when we called the drunk van to take us home, it drove right by and I ran after it for a couple blocks, which is not a smart move with a bellyful of booze. So next morning I wake up in the pile, which is the bad part, but check this: instead of sleeping right behind the girlfriend, spoon-style, like every other night, I was about two feet below and far over, so instead of being all over her it was harmless. Then we spent the rest of the day recovering from our hangovers and cleaning my cover instead of going to the St Patrick's day celebrations in Beverly or Calumet or wherever the Irish do it. True story. Love is sleeping in an awkward position so you don't throw up on your girlfriend. Or working together to take out the hangover. Or something. I don't know. But it's alcohol-related, that much I'm certain of.

My first vomiting experience was cool. It was right here in this dorm room that I had last year. Around the first semester, that's pretty much when I was able to start drinking very frequently, I got so drunk with a bunch of people in here, that I was spewing half the night. I can't remember how much I had, but I filled a trash can 1/4 of the way full. You should have seen the looks on faces haha, 10 people gathering together on the other side of the room so I don't get any on them. ha, and some of 'em enjoyed the show I put on. After I was done I went to sleep.


This other time, being the first I was drunk by myself without the roommate last year, I never really knew when to quit. So the next morning, he comes into the room, and I'm "spread-eagle" on the floor. My face is IN a pool of vomit, and the sink was running full blast and overflowing the sides because there was shit in it. The was also another puddle of vomit near my feet. So he is obviously pissed off, and yells at me to "clean this shit up!" I'm too drunk to sit upright, so I fall back down. He throws a bottle of water at me, and this sharade of bitching at me takes place. The next morning I clean it all up with a horrible hangover. From now on, when I smell liquor, I get a weird sensation in my stomach. But that doesn't stop me from drinking it!

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I don't vomit off alcohol often. Actually, I can't remember the last time I did. I musn't drink enough.

But then again, the hangover is a different fucking story..

I don't vomit too often, but I have spells where I do at random times having nothing to do with quantity. Like my stomach suddenly decides that what I've been drinking ain't welcome in these parts and I'd damn well better get to a toilet or something faster than humanly possible because I'm not given much time to evict the bastard. This usually happens when I'm not very drunk and pretty much guarantees I won't be getting there. Not that I'm above drinking after having puked, but it's just hard to go beyond.

I have some experience with the hangover vomit, though, which is always fun.

I get extremely disorientated when I'm severely hungover. I try and walk, and find out I have the grace of a midget juggling 35 umbrellas. Soon to follow is the projectile vomiting. Best part. It is a fucking weapon, that shit.

I went paintballing sunday extremely hungover.
Fun shit.

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I helped some friends move to the North Side back in early June on what seemed like the hottest day I'd ever experienced. I promised I'd help them, but that wouldn't stop me from staying out until five and drinking everything I could get my hands on while I was out. And then they wake me around nine, and, luckily, I'm not still drunk, but goddamn is it no fun to carry furniture up and down staircases with a hangover. I remember walking around, asking 'Why the fuck do Sunday mornings suck so much?' and the kid I was helping kept answering 'Because Saturday night kicks so much ass.' That's about right. It's good to be able to know exactly how much you're going to have to pay for a good time.

When drinking, the main cause of vomiting for me is if I start coughing. If I have a prolonged coughing fit, I will almost certainly be sick unless I can somehow manage to keep it in.

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Vodka is the way forward and lots of it in shot glasses while rolling a dice to see how many shots u have to take
Andof course carling beer if neone knows about it(good stuff)

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I'd take Fosters anyday over Carling, but that's just my opinion. I'd take Guinness over all, though.

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EEEEw guinness be nasty but a nice pint of fosters cant be sniffed at
(tis good)

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Guinness is great, but you have to be certain not to let the English serve it to you until they learn that beer isn't meant to be warm. But aside from that, so long as you know how to drink it, a good pint of properly pulled Guinness is unsubstituitable. And, furthermore, very good. Plus, beyond that, it's a pre-requisite for such drinks as the Half and Half (Black and Tan) or the Irish Car Bomb.

I it true that if the barperson (less sexist) does not pull the pint of guinness properly then you can drink it and say it wasnt good and get a free one?
Or am i just dreaming?

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I've done that, but I wouldn't say that necessarily makes it true. I've seen all sorts of ways to trick the bartender into giving free drinks. Well, actually just a few, but when they work they work.

damn fucking straight.

Beer=Cold
That's the fucking answer to all life's questions.

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Yeah. I don't really get why the British don't understand something that simple. All the rest of Europe knows that beer should be served cold. Wait, that explains it.

I'd close this thread, because it is over 300 replies. But, I like it. So I won't.

Had 10 nice cold cans of stella last night anyone else like

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I had a 121 euro bill with a friend of mine, mainly erdinger weissbier, hertog jan and talisker.

good stuff. I feel kinda tired now though.

Good call Nihilist. This thread's a treasurehouse of wisdom for poor drinkers, and trust me, they damn sure well need it. Plus it's got you in a dress and pigtails; how can you close the door on something precious like that? You should close it when I leave, though.

I have to say, if I spent that much money on beer for an evening, I'd want to be more than kinda tired. Maybe that's just me, though.

well its not cheap here. anyways, I'm at school now, just stepped outta class because I feel like going to bed. just checking my mail here and heading home.

I'm really fucking tired, I just didn't sleep well, though I'm pretty ok. I just met the other guy at school and he was terribly fucked. but he didn't have to start at 10 in the morning...

NOT 10 o'clock!
i have 1 day where i leave the house at 8am and don't get home till about 7pm

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Same sort of situation I had. I had to leave the house at 6.30, to be at class at 8 am. Got home at 7. That was a Monday, and I had a nasty habit of being extraordinarily inebriated on the Sunday.

I leave at 7am and get home at 7pm, doesn't leave much time for the demon drink but I manage to consume my fair share regardless. Always time for a good pint of Guinness!

I've never had a warm pint - I've had 'warmer' than ice cold but not warm.

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I slept great last night, drank a 40oz of Olde English 800 and went straight to bed.

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Every time I've been in Britain it's been fairly warm in pubs and always just left out at home. I found out the hard way that they have separate taps for Guinness and Guinness Ice Cold at some places there, too. But I haven't been to Liverpool.

And powers, if you're going to drink every rapper's drink of choice, you've gotta represent; 'I slept great last night, drank a 40oz of Olde English 800 and went straight to bed' should read like this:

'Yo, sleep was tight las' night, bitches, drank me a 40 of Old E and went strizzaight to bizzed.'

Them's the rules.

you forgot to put 'dawg' on the end

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1...2...yo..a mutha fukin 3 Ohhhhhh, gee
yo so I slept good laz night foo, wiza wazoo fukin Ol' timin english dawwwwwg!
800 biiiiiacth, R-to the-E-to the-represent this yo homie....gansta rap!

Better?

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Getting a pint of Captain this friday. Oooooh yes.

I'll post while I'm drunk. It usually comes out pretty funny.

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Gross, I'd rather drink anal leakage fluid than drink Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum. When I drank rum I drank nothing but Lamb's and Bicardi.

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Last time I had Rum was with Malibu's Coconut Rum like 6 years ago and I've never had any since.

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Malibu's suntan lotion. There's some good rum, but that's low alcohol suntan lotion. Most people like 151, because it's 151 proof. I'm not a rum guy, but I figure that, if you're gonna have some spiced rum, you should make it yourself. I've a friend does that; he buys gallon jugs of rum - I've never seen anyone else with a gallon jug of rum, but he always has them - and does some hot spiced butter rum. Then he makes everyone drink a lot of it. I know some gay guy does the same with wine, but that tastes like parsley, sage, rosemary, and burnt ass. At least when he did it.

And no, what I said was better. What you said was some crazy half-assed gangstafied Dimespeak.

We usually drink brandy or Captain. This week its Captain. I'm not one on rum, but Captain doesn't have a bad aftertaste. And the ice tea I make goes perfectly with any hard liquor.

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Thats about the time you should leave, rather than having "some gay guy" force you to drink yourself to a directionless stupor

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I wasn't there. He made it for an ex-girlfriend, and when she escaped she came around with a cup of it that stank up the room. The gay guy and I didn't like each other, because I was dating his friend and he apparently has to be a dick to anyone who dated her. Plus, if I stuck around and choked down enough of his foul-tasting clusterfuck of a heated wine to get myself into a directionless stupor, I'd deserve what you're implying. Hell, if I really stuck around long enough to drink three or four bottles - or, actually, since the process probably burns off a lot of the alcohol, more - that'd probably suggest that, on some level, I wanted it. As it was, I never drank around the fucker, I just sat around and listened to him pretend to be a wine expert while fucking up things so simple any asshole'd be able to get it right.

Well, this thread has come to a glorious end. PST stayed for this thread. It is over. I'm fuckin' crying, man.

300+ replies. Start a new one if you cunts want.

oh and a glorious message from PST ''Fuck off, Cunts!''

so there, another chapter in metaltabs history, be glad that you witnessed it.