Your best wasted story

[d-baggery]

I jumped in the fountain at the Paris... and swam around. Then hailed a cab from the strip soaking wet back to my hotel and called like 5 hookers. Then dismissed EVERY LAST ONE as being too ugly for me. I rule.

[Keystone]

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I jumped in the fountain at the Paris... and swam around. Then hailed a cab from the strip soaking wet back to my hotel and called like 5 hookers. Then dismissed EVERY LAST ONE as being too ugly for me. I rule.

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Haha

[d-baggery]

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I jumped in the fountain at the Paris... and swam around. Then hailed a cab from the strip soaking wet back to my hotel and called like 5 hookers. Then dismissed EVERY LAST ONE as being too ugly for me. I rule.

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Haha

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yeah apparently you're not supposed to just summon cabs from the sidewalk. It's not like you see NY people doing on tv. In vegas, at least, I dunno.

[cambraceres]

I partied at a redneck's trailer one time in high school, and this crazy ass drunk goes out and tries to beat the [censored] out of one of the bulls he was responsible for. He headbutted a bull, then passed out and the bull moved like 2 feet over and kept on eating.

Cambraceres

[MikeyPatriot]

I'm not quite the drunkard compared to some OOTiots. As a result, this story is pretty tame.

I had just moved to Bloomington, IN from a suburb of Chicago. I moved in with a guy and a girl. The guy ended up being a complete 'tard and probably deserves a thread about him. The girl had just broken up with her husband. We obviously had a connection, and she made sure that if we moved in together that nothing could happen between us. This led to a lot of sexual tension between us. Anyway, in celebration of our move in, we decided to have a party.

The party ended up being a smallish (15 people at most) get together. Unfortunately, I pounded 5 good sized screwdrivers pretty quickly before most of the people showed up. I should preface this by saying, I had met maybe 4 or 5 of the people that showed up.

Everyone's hanging out, talking, and generally having a good time. Then the vodka hit me and the night got kind of hazy. That drunk feeling where memories blend it together. I ended up loudly proclaiming that my roommate was beautiful and that everyone should tell her that. She, of course, tries to calm me down, but I belligerently talk over her. She has to drag me into her bedroom and tell me to cut it out.

When I come back to the party, I lay down in the living room. I look up at the ceiling, which beings to circle ahead like I had just spun myself around for 5 minutes. Even drunk I know I'm in trouble. I lay down on a couch hoping to pass out before I puke. No dice. I make a pre-emptive visit to the bathroom, puke, then climb into bed to pass out.

Told you it was lame.

[Keystone]

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I'm not quite the drunkard compared to some OOTiots. As a result, this story is pretty tame.

I had just moved to Bloomington, IN from a suburb of Chicago. I moved in with a guy and a girl. The guy ended up being a complete 'tard and probably deserves a thread about him. The girl had just broken up with her husband. We obviously had a connection, and she made sure that if we moved in together that nothing could happen between us. This led to a lot of sexual tension between us. Anyway, in celebration of our move in, we decided to have a party.

The party ended up being a smallish (15 people at most) get together. Unfortunately, I pounded 5 good sized screwdrivers pretty quickly before most of the people showed up. I should preface this by saying, I had met maybe 4 or 5 of the people that showed up.

Everyone's hanging out, talking, and generally having a good time. Then the vodka hit me and the night got kind of hazy. That drunk feeling where memories blend it together. I ended up loudly proclaiming that my roommate was beautiful and that everyone should tell her that. She, of course, tries to calm me down, but I belligerently talk over her. She has to drag me into her bedroom and tell me to cut it out.

When I come back to the party, I lay down in the living room. I look up at the ceiling, which beings to circle ahead like I had just spun myself around for 5 minutes. Even drunk I know I'm in trouble. I lay down on a couch hoping to pass out before I puke. No dice. I make a pre-emptive visit to the bathroom, puke, then climb into bed to pass out.

Told you it was lame.

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Yeah, that story is not good.

[egocidal]

Bloomington sucks. Fort Wayne is where its at baby.

God Im so glad I moved to LA.

[El Ishmael]

I expect someone to say "wow, why open the thread then?" but seriously, people who tell "OMG LOL THAT ONE TIME I WAS SO DRUNK LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED ROFL" stories are among the biggest [censored] ever.

[Keystone]

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I expect someone to say "wow, why open the thread then?" but seriously, people who tell "OMG LOL THAT ONE TIME I WAS SO DRUNK LET ME TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED ROFL" stories are among the biggest [censored] ever.

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What's up your ass dude? Are you a judgemental Mormon or did you end up having a gay sex encounter when you got drunk one time?

[El Ishmael]

This thread [censored] sucks, that's what's up my ass.