This story made me nervous when I got to the "just sat in a circle" part and then went downhill from there!

I hope it didn't "go further downhill" than where I last remember things!!!

This is possible if not probable... sorry Steve...

And anyone else think swim up bars are just cleverly disguised urinals?... just saying

We were in Yakitori alley, Tokyo Japan. Eating late at night, in the late summer. It was perfect weather and the trip was going well.

I knew just enough Japanese to have also taken one of the business courses. One of the businessmen eating next to us introduced himself and we exchanged business cards (formally). From here on, no more pouring your own sake. I briefly remember attempting to sing in Japanese.

We woke up in our hotel room; I was in the bathtub. We both started throwing up everywhere, and that is when we realized we had to leave for the airport in three hours.

There are a few things I know:
- We had all of our belongings.
- We had all of our money (seriously?)
- We can say we did it, but we can't say what happened. Total black out.

Edit: Just realized, woke up in a bathtub, kidney intact.

so one time for a friends birthday party we decided to do an entire day worth of activities.

it started off with breakfast at a whitespot. it was probably like 10 of us. I ordered the Nat's Hearty Breakfast and a coffee. 2 sunny side up eggs, sausage, bacon, smash browns, and half a waffle. so good.

anyway, we finished up and then went to watch a movie, then went back home and had a nap (not together).

after waking up, we all met up at a rec centre and played some hockey. that was about 2 hours. now this rec centre is pretty busy and it was like 1pm on a Saturday. as we were leaving we saw a group of pretty damn hot girls in yoga pants refilling their water bottles, and they were all sweaty. 7 or 8/10.

one of them dropped their bottles and it rolled to me so I picked up the bottle for her and she said thanks. I say no problem and make a comment about how busy it is in there today. we start talking for a bit and he friends were waiting so she says she's gotta go.

all of us go home and we all get ready to head out for the night. we meet up at a fancy place for dinner and have a few drinks then can to a club. we waited outside for like 45 minutes till we got in. once we got in I thought I recognized the girl from the rec centre. my friends didn't think it was her, but after some debating and a few drinks I went up to her and asked if she was the girl I talked to early. turns out she was and we started talking for like 20 minutes.

a little bit later we were doing some shots then started dancing. her ass was soooooooo nice. she was wearing a tight shortish black dress.

I went back to the bar and ordered a couple of more drinks for us and after I placed my order I turned around and saw her walking towards me with one of her friends that were also at the gym. she introduced me to her and I ordered a drink for her too. we takes and finished up our drinks and we were talking back to the dance flow and I followed them. but instead they took me outside and I was like wtf? they got a cab and we got in and she said we are going to go somewhere else.

I texted my friends and said I'll be back in a bit, and when I looked up the 2 girls were making out! fuuuuuuuuuck

the "somewhere else" we were going was apparently her condo. we got inside and both girls grabbed my hand brought me to the couch. I was pretty drunk at this point but still aware of what was happening.

the night went on and you can guess what happened. I stayed the night and when I woke up I realized I forgot to message my friends to tell them Lehrer I was. I had a ton of missed calls and texts. they were so pissed. I quickly got dressed and went downstairs and

I whistled for a cab and when it came near .The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare.But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, home to Bel-Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

.......and here I thought @Packofcrows was a sick puppy ....... :eyebulge:


humfrz

Yep, I hear that! ......... :bonk:


humfrz

OK, @Tcoat ...... you may tell ONE drunk-a-log story.

NOT one involving barnyard animals .......:confused0068:


humfrz

Why's that?

The urban dictionary says:

"(n) a mentally disturbed, insane, or attention-seeking person that does or says revolting, disgusting, or bizarre things.

OR

a person who says or does twisted or gross things (but is not necessarily insane)

Pick one ........... :D


humfrz

Are you calling me a whore?
http://ct.fra.bz/ol/fz/sw/i53/2/12/1...AIL-d26de6.jpg

Junior year was a blur.

First time I partied with my new roommates.

Woke up and my bed was three wheeling.

Went into the living room and occasionally cross dressing, physical therapy assistant of a roommate was stretching my 350+ pound roommate's arm.

With my head still spinning, fighting back nausea, I asked "What happened to you?"

He just glared at me, while the PTA said "You...you don't...Do you not remember?"

"Remember what?"

"YOU did this! You all got into some sort of wrestling match"

Somehow the broken bed and wrestling my roommate were related.

I also couldn't find my keys and had to borrow someone's truck to go buy football tickets for the year. Got there and realized I was still drunk when I was talking to the ticket lady through the ticket-hole instead of the talk-box-thingy because I couldn't see her face when talking through it.


I've got better, but this is probably the safest one and doesn't involve a woman.

Well, lets see...

From bits and pieces of what I remember, and what a couple of the guys recounted, here goes:

I was 19 or 20 at the time, and we went out to the filthiest club in town, trying to get my friend laid. Somewhere along the line that night, I earned a nickname that still holds somewhat true every now and then was born: "The Black-out Menace".

I got extremely, extremely drunk and it was all downhill from there. Apparently I get kinda mean and a little bit scrappy when I get rye into me, and that's what I was drinking all night. Short of the long, someone called a friend of mine a homophobic slur, and I took extreme offense to that. Ended up I sucker punched the guy and luckily, I managed to drop him in that one punch. I got escorted out, police came and picked me up. Got tossed in the drunk tank, not charged and ended up with free McDonalds in the morning.

Good times. Though, the drunk tank isn't all that fun. But can't complain about a free breakfast.