The worst thing is sleeping with someone who you wouldnt touch with a barge pole.

Smash my phone then proceed to cry for the next two hours, outside next to some bins all by myself

Where do you start really?

Falling asleep on the bus home, going 20 minutes past your house and being woken up by the driver when it terminates to discover sick everywhere, and are therefore stranded? Pissing yourself in a lift on the way back to your hotel room? Throwing up by a bin at a bus stop? Messages you regret, saying things out loud you would never usually...the list goes on.

Alcohol's a wonderful drug, isn't it.

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Many years ago I got drunk, argued with the pub landlord because he wouldn't serve me anymore booze. He called the cops and I fought both of them. (Not very successfully I might add, seeing as at the time I was the size of a hobbit (still am) and weighed about seven stone.)
I spent the night in the cells and felt very sheepish the next day. Thankfully that was long ago and I don't drink anymore.

Cut my own hand with a piece of glass, deep enough to show the tendons...in an attempt to prove to people that this particular piece of glass wasn't sharp... :facepalm: I then nearly gave a random old lady a heart attack by turning up at her door covered in blood asking for a teatowel to wrap round it, then spend about an hour chasing my friend wiggling my little bone things in my hand to make him feel ill which was oddly hilarious. The proceeded to go home and fall asleep without telling my father about it, and the next morning he nearly crapped himself coming in to wake me up and finding blood EVERYWHERE. And took me to hospital, where it was obviously too late to stitch it all up...

My scar now is a rather large talking point as its huge and ugly. Reminds me of how ****ing stupid I was as a teenager down the park necking large bottles of lambrini :joker:

Jesus I hate to think of the things I did at uni. One time i ended up in jail for a day and got beat up in the cells by an angry copper. Me and my pal got let out and we decided to get the bus back to Dundee, we tried to get half fares and had a row with the driver who got so mad he shut the door and said "RIGHT AM TAKING YOU TWA TO THE POLIS STATION" - naturally having just come from there and not wishing to go back the driver saw the biggest turnaround in fare history and we paid and slunk into our seats with red faces.


what was not so nice was months later at home getting a court summons and having to go to court:omgno:

Oh me and as few (just as stupid as me) mates has a housewarming too when I got my new place at 17. Drink somehow resulted in strip poker, which progressed to spin the bottle (dare version) and the bottle ended up broken. We kept playing anyway, the bottle got spun into my mates leg, cue blood everywhere again. It was so bad we had to ring the paramedics. They turned up to a house full of like 12 naked or nearly naked people, half of whom were covered in blood from either attempting to help or slipping in the kitchen (which was where we deposited him..so that my new carpets werent completely ruined) and everyone started singing a random 'get well soon' song to him while he was carried out to the ambulance. The paramedics looked at us like we were cockroaches or something :joker:


All my drink stories involve blood for some reason :laugh:

I found a hat, puked in it and then put it on.. :omgno:
in the same night I also smashed 2 of my glasses because I "wasn't bothered to hold them anymore"(now I drink everything out of my 1 mug :(). All of this happened at pre's and I passed out before everyone left To go out. Needless to say I'm never drinking that much ever again..

Some things should never be divulged.

A few tamer episodes though, I once tried to kick a copper who was holding me at arms length, I missed, he kicked me back and I still have a little dent in my shin as a reminder.
Told one if my exes that of course we could get back together and yes I would marry him..yuk.
Slept with a few frogs thinking they were princes due to the old beer goggles...turned out ok in bed so all was good:blush:
Stood on the table dancing and stripping off in my local.....thankfully I was stopped before I took off the undies.:blush:
Squatted and done a number two at the side of a church, only to find my ruddy mother having a fit of laughter at the fact that I was on full view to the villagers Going about doing their shopping...thank goodness it was Xmas time and dark.
The rest is staying unsaid.

I don't drink now as I am not allowed a drop due to health issues..thankfully:laugh:

Not my story but this belongs in here too...also at the housewarming someone **** themselves...but instead of cleaning it up, they picked it up (I assume with hands as no paper was found) and hid it in my spare bedroom?! The original poo was on the top of the stairs on the landing, as thats where the 'telltale signs' were.

My friends are gross.

I remember at a sleepover, someone I shared a bed with **** themselves. D:

Thank god it was solid and stayed on their side of the bed. :omgno:

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Ugh. I have been peed on before by a drunk person but never this :laugh:

The worst part of it was, the person MUST have actually took their trousers down and purposely **** on my carpet. I assume the bathroom was occupied, but still. Go outside or something :yuk:

Did you get the stains out?

I bet the spare room stank. :omgno:

Yes. And yes, it was all very gross. I moved out a few months after that :laugh: Not because of that mind.

Speaking of ****, apparently someone shat on a window sill at this party I went to once

crying over a man

Some of these storys are really s**t :laugh:

me sang Justin Bieber Baby in just my boxer shorts.

November Ashley was so weak

never been drunk.

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You were either lying about the boxer shorts or you were sober when you did it, I'm not sure which one is worse

Makes a mental note of all the nutters on this site.:grin2: