Woke up under the Christmas Tree the other day, and once between the dryer and the toilet.
Places you woke up still drunk
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strange girls houses, the chitter, lots of friends couches and spare beds.
I recall one time leaving a bachelor party and yelling at the guys that I would meet them at the hotel in the morning. As the girl was driving back to her place I made a mental note that I had to stay until morning since it was a long freaking walk to the hotel. Also learned that night, no matter how wasted you are, always try and remember the girls name
Not that it was a huge issue, but that delayed things by a good 20 minutes and I was ready to pass out!
Another thing I learned. If you are drunk and your buddy is too, don't rely on him to write down directions to the sluts house you met at the bar that night, well you are walking around Walmart at 2:30. I swear I spent 45 minutes driving around a golf course housing development(Somerby for you MN peeps) looking for that broads house....finally found her standing at the end of her driveway, beer in hand. I almost felt guilty sneaking out the next morning.
It got so bad that I would always use my cell phone alarm since I never used my own bed, that I once woke up to my cell alarm and thought I was hung over as hell out of habit....never mind I hadn't been on a bender for like 3 months.
I recall one time leaving a bachelor party and yelling at the guys that I would meet them at the hotel in the morning. As the girl was driving back to her place I made a mental note that I had to stay until morning since it was a long freaking walk to the hotel. Also learned that night, no matter how wasted you are, always try and remember the girls name
Not that it was a huge issue, but that delayed things by a good 20 minutes and I was ready to pass out!Another thing I learned. If you are drunk and your buddy is too, don't rely on him to write down directions to the sluts house you met at the bar that night, well you are walking around Walmart at 2:30. I swear I spent 45 minutes driving around a golf course housing development(Somerby for you MN peeps) looking for that broads house....finally found her standing at the end of her driveway, beer in hand. I almost felt guilty sneaking out the next morning.
It got so bad that I would always use my cell phone alarm since I never used my own bed, that I once woke up to my cell alarm and thought I was hung over as hell out of habit....never mind I hadn't been on a bender for like 3 months.
i remember in my 20's when i got my dui the drug rehab guy asked me if i ever drank so much i couldn't remember what i did. i thought to myself, "only everytime i drink" but luckily i kept that part to myself only drank once a week when i did, but consumed enough in that one day to keep most peeps going for a month. i guess it would be easier to list the places i hadn't woke up at when the hangovers got to be 4-5 days long decided that i'd had my share...
only drank once a week when i did, but consumed enough in that one day to keep most peeps going for a month. i guess it would be easier to list the places i hadn't woke up at when the hangovers got to be 4-5 days long decided that i'd had my share...thailand....
out in the middle of a wheat field, a tree stand, in our dorm hall with a batman costume on, stretched out under the stall walls in the dorm bathroom (RA didnt like that one ha ha), woke up with my sledin helmet and boots on one morning lol, a drift on a pond in a boat lol. we had a party at my buddy's resivor and i crawled into their boat and passed out and i woke up in the middle of the lake lol. those are most of the good ones lol.
i had a buddy who got totally chit faced and woke up in his dorm room with nothing on but a pink unikorn costume he got at walmart that night and a mad bomber hat lol. gotta love college!
i had a buddy who got totally chit faced and woke up in his dorm room with nothing on but a pink unikorn costume he got at walmart that night and a mad bomber hat lol. gotta love college!
Random peoples houses......back of my Suburban makes a pretty BA passout spot, under my suburban, in my shop working on random stuff, under my suburban in my shop and halfway done with an oil change! that was a fun one to figure out. Middle of the woods, in our boat still on the trailer, on an airplane, buddies dorm room, in hunting camp, floating in my hot-tub. umm....passed out draped over my tunnel on my sled with the seat taken off.....in my grandparents house, that was a fun one to explain.
Come to think of it....I don't know how I'm still alive!
Come to think of it....I don't know how I'm still alive!
I woke up in the back of some guys truck while he was driving down the road on the the way to work at 6am, apparently I thought it was a good place to lie down and sleep it off... dude freaked out when I woke up and sat up in the bed of his truck.
I am happy that I have not been on the only person in this situation! Only I woke up in the box of a truck, in the middle of Minneapolis, in someone’s GARAGE!! Talk about confused.....I woke up at 5am to my cell vibrating, 89 missed calls, 23 voice mails, and 90 text messages. So I was at a party during hay days, and my "friends" were dumping shots of everclear that they snuck into the bar, in with my jeg bombs. In the course of about 2 hours after a good 4 hours of drinking beer I had around 6 jeg bombs (everyclear laced) and at least 2 jack/cokes. I was bombed out of my mind but couldn’t figure out why....I had to puke so I went outside and that’s the last thing I remembered until coming to the next morning. Of course the GF and everyone else filled a missing persons report come 2 am when they couldn’t find me...long story short I had to sneak out of the garage (don’t worry I locked the door behind me) and walked for 20 minutes until I found a gas station. Then had to ask the gas station employee where the hell I was at, and then called my friends to come and get me.
Besides that situation, um….the kitchen floor, living room floor, pool table, under the pool table, inside an empty Jacuzzi, in the front yard of my college house in my boxers only, with a huge bruise on my shoulder and me holding a 4 foot tall evergreen tree that I snapped off at the base, on the sidewalk of my friends lake house, on the dock of my friends lake house, on the beach of my friends lake house, in my dorm room hall, random peoples floors…..
I also woke up in the drunk tank once, when I woke up I asked the jailer why I was there and he said “because you asked to be here” He read the confused look on my face and explained. I went to a concert with two friends when I was in Colorado over xmas break to go riding. We went to a concert in Denver and my friends got into a flight with concert security, which lead to them getting the cops called on them. They then tried to fight with the cops and got arrested, I stepped in and said they were my connection to our lodging for the night and the cops said they were going to jail…and I asked “can I come too”…end of story.
oh man.. some gooders..
woke up in a tub.. a shower.. in the laundry room on a pile of warm clothes. all over the woods. woke up curled in a blanket in my buddies yard.
its not so much where i wake up, its the things that i find, or cant find, when i wake up. Usually pass out somewhere at someones house, so i know where i am, just seeing the carnage is always funny.
woke up one day after camping.. we had cut down about 4 or 5 HUGE pine trees(50ft+), hacked em into chunks and set em on our fire cuz it was getting cold out. so i woke up to a smoldering pile of green trees on the fire and what looked like the middle of an active logging camp.
and not being able to find my clothes when i wake up is all to common.
woke up in a tub.. a shower.. in the laundry room on a pile of warm clothes. all over the woods. woke up curled in a blanket in my buddies yard.
its not so much where i wake up, its the things that i find, or cant find, when i wake up. Usually pass out somewhere at someones house, so i know where i am, just seeing the carnage is always funny.
woke up one day after camping.. we had cut down about 4 or 5 HUGE pine trees(50ft+), hacked em into chunks and set em on our fire cuz it was getting cold out. so i woke up to a smoldering pile of green trees on the fire and what looked like the middle of an active logging camp.
and not being able to find my clothes when i wake up is all to common.
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Superjag
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Does LSD count as "drunk"?
Because in college I woke up on the top of the ski jump in Duluth, surrounded by about a dozen empty wine cooler 2-liter bottles. It was raining, and I was very, very cold.
As proof of the horrible things I did to my brain during college, I offer the following:
The only thing that seemed weird to me when I woke up is why we would have been drinking wine cooler.
And the guys waking up in the back of the truck are freaking hilarious. I would probabaly p*ss myself if some dude sat up in the back of my truck on the highway.
Because in college I woke up on the top of the ski jump in Duluth, surrounded by about a dozen empty wine cooler 2-liter bottles. It was raining, and I was very, very cold.
As proof of the horrible things I did to my brain during college, I offer the following:
The only thing that seemed weird to me when I woke up is why we would have been drinking wine cooler.
And the guys waking up in the back of the truck are freaking hilarious. I would probabaly p*ss myself if some dude sat up in the back of my truck on the highway.
Hahahaha....thats good, you bring up a good point. Some of the best stories aren’t where you wake up….but the sight you see when you wake up, usually in your own house!
I woke up one morning after partying with all my moto buddies, as soon as I lifted my head off the pillow, I remember who I went out with the night before and immediately put my head back down before the painful throbbing started….unfortunately, said pounding started right after my head hit the pillow again. After ripping a*s a few times and not being able to stand my own brew anymore, I figured it was time to go out and assess the damage. The first thing I saw when I walked out of my bedroom was a folding chair stuck into the hall ceiling, nice touch, I thought. I then made my way to the living room, the main menu to a Slednecks DVD is still blaring on the TV, and I see one of my good friends naked on the couch with some dirty girl we picked up the night before. Early estimations led me to believe there was in the ballpark of 150-200 beer cans and a few empty 2 liter coke and 1.75 jack bottles spread across the down stairs. I make my way upstairs; the bright light coming through the kitchen windows hurts my head even more and makes my heart race, intensifying the throbbing in my head. I walk out to the garage and notice 3 bicycles that were not there the day before, 2 which had flat tires, 1 which had no tires… I then start to vaguely remember bunny hopping bikes in my driveway about 3 am, I look at my elbow and notice the road rash and the large lump and put the two together, I also realize I’m not very good at bunny hopping bikes with no tires. My sled and both my dirt bikes are still in the garage, and untouched, I let out a sigh of relief. A friend of mine is sleeping on the pool table and in the fetal position, its mid October and he is wearing jeans and a T shirt. I make my way outside and notice on my way a garage door window is broken out, this leads me to look at my hand, covered in dry blood with deep scratched….”why would I punch out my own window?” I ask myself. Walking out into the driveway, I hear the buzz of an open car door; I look around the corner and see my friend’s truck in my yard. He is passed out in the pass seat, the key is in the accessory position and the radio is still playing. My yard is covered in deep ruts with missing grass from my buddy’s truck; these ruts are in a doughnut shapes….I don’t remember that part of the night. There is also a motocross glove, a left Asterisk knee brace, and an unopened can of RedBull in my yard. I fumble around in my pockets to make sure I still have my billfold, truck keys, and phone. I find all of the above and some money…. I pull out the money, but it does not look familiar to me. I look at it more closely and realize I am holding 10 Pesos’s and I’m 1500 miles from Mexico. Slightly confused about the Pesos, I go back to my room to sleep off the hangover.
too many to count but my best yet was home depot...
ice shack, snow bank and somehow in my bed when i was no where near home.
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dragon12
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I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my ***** was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my p***s for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my ****s lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ***,
I like having a detachable p****.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csLAGupDx3U
And my ***** was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my p***s for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my ****s lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ***,
I like having a detachable p****.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csLAGupDx3U
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that sounds like an epic night! reminds me of animal house! lol
Going to Washington DC for my sisters wedding on Saturday. The wife and I have a room at the hotel where the reception is. No telling where I will wake up.
I haven't been ****house drunk in a long time, I can feel a good one coming.
I haven't been ****house drunk in a long time, I can feel a good one coming.
