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Thread: Wow, We must be bumming
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LTZweigg
Fri Jun 24, 2005 11:06 am
#14
I think I'm a'goin ta rassle sumthin this weekend. Maybe a bear, maybe a parked car, but sumthin's gettin rassled...
Arsani
Fri Jun 24, 2005 11:48 am
#15
My plans for this weekend revolve not around pie or beer, they revolve around ZOMBIES!!!!!
I can smell your brains.
LTZweigg
Fri Jun 24, 2005 11:51 am
#16
Holy Slice Gods!
I completely forgot about that. Forget rasslin, I'm shamblin' this weekend!
"They're coming for you, Barbara..."
Lunah75
Fri Jun 24, 2005 11:51 am
#17
After two weeks of torture with my inlaws here I am having some amaretto cokes tonight! I should be a very happy smuggler by 10pm. 
lurdanta
Sat Jun 25, 2005 12:21 am
#19
SwenLaransa wrote:
LTZweigg wrote:
And nothing says "I'm home from school for good" like coming home with all your belongings and drunk as a skunk.
Soooooo, I'm bored at work so I'll indulge you with a story you probably don't care about. To set the background, my birthday is April 29th. University here ends around April 25-30th. Those of you in school knows this means moving. Moving on your birthday, let me tell you, sucks. Moving on your birthday 5 years in a row... sucks more. So that's the background.
I was living in the dorm and had a sweet, kind, loving, and generally happy fuzzy girlfriend. So move out day is, of course, my birthday. And of course we throw a big party the day before move out. Because really, what else ya gunna do? Study?
We got together and pooled our cash and splurged on around several hundred bucks worth of booze. Quite a bit for a single floor in a dorm. And we also threw in all of our own stuff as well that we wanted to get rid of. You name it, we had it. We drank, we played drinking games, we got yelled at by security. All in all a good ole time.
Then it happened. My girlfriend at the time finished off a 26 of tequilla all by her self. She's not a big girl. Just shy of 100lbs. So wasted. La la la. Happy happy fun. It's my birthday party (I keep telling myself), I'm having a good time. Sadly her body didn't take well to having that much intoxication poured into it. Not well at all.
I ended up having to take care of her. Trying to convince her that sleeping in the bathroom under the sink was not the best place. I actually had to wait for her to pass out before I could move her. Anyways... smart girl. Really smart. Sometimes very very dumb.
Like her idea of 'Oh, I'll just pack my entire room after the party! My parents won't be here until 9am. That will give me lots of time!' So I had to pack up her *entire* dorm room, while I myself was rather blasted, and make sure she didn't die or anything. Then morning came like a hammer through the skull. I had a hangover, and it showed. And she... well she was still 3 sheets to the wind and reaking of tequilla.
This was how I met her parents. Not the best impression to make. Even though we were together for about 3 years after that, and I was always the perfect sober gentalmen, I'm sure they still blame me for the state their innocent little angel was in.
So that's my going home drunk story. My parents, knowing me better, came to get me at around 4 in the afternoon.
Oh I know the feeling, my birthday is June 12th and it was in the middle of finals week every year I was in school...I lucked out on my 21st and was done before it so I was able to drink from 12:01 AM straight through till noon the day after, or so I'm told...don't remember much. I had bought $150 worth of liquour from price club, a friend showed up with a keg as a surprise present and my surrogate Irish mother sent me 21 splits of Champagne and a liter of Old Bushmills as well and we drank it all, or so I'm told...All I know is I passed out and woke up just as my friend's car pulled up to a whorehouse in Carson City, Nevada...let me tell you haggling with a hooker hungover and drunk (at the same time) is...well...not something easily described.
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