Whats the most ridiculous thing you have done whilst drunk?

J.S. Pill

AlmightyCushion wrote: »

I pissed in a phone box that was surrounded by a load of people. I used my free hadn to hold the phone so that ever6yone would think that I was on the phone. For some odd reason that ingenus plan didn't wotk.

A friend of mine was doing the same in a phone box one night, as he was setting about his business a paddy wagon pulled up by the traffic lights right beside us. It was at that moment that he decided to pick up the phone to feign a phone conversation.

chuci

had just moved into a house with four people two of whom i knew the third i did not. came home after a night out that was grand. decided that i wanted to use the bathroom walked down the hall to use the bathroom- no problem. met unknown housemate as was leaving said goodnight and stumbled back to bed. didnt realise i had no clothes on until net morning when i woke and saw my pjs neatly folded on the pillow beside me. still cant live it down.

one summer after coll exams drank too much during the day went to a friends house later they were making cocktails. i exclaimed at the top of my voice that there was so much vodka in the cocktail it was brilliant. alas there was no vodka in it- still cant live that one down either.

finally went out for a friends birthday drank too much beer, wine and southern comfort. we were moving to a late bar i couldn move fast enough to get there. so my friend ran down the road came back with an empty wheelie bin and i hopped in and was wheeled down the rd while shouting I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN i wasnt let into the late bar.

Woke up this morning after Newcastle yesterday. We nearly weren't aloud on the plane.... must of had 16+ throughout the day. Spent £200 . WTF

AckwelFoley

Good stories Lurker08

The Walsho

snyper wrote: »

Good stories Lurker08

I agree, a great first post.

Loopy

snyper wrote: »

Good stories Lurker08

Agreed, well worth the read..

Sparky

Jimeatsmenu wrote: »

Not want to lay claim to any other drunken stupidness no?

Well there was that time rick astley kinda fell down our stairs

>_>

<_<

:pac::p

CantGetNoSleep

Collie D wrote: »

I'm racking my brains trying to think of something. Know I've done a lot of stupid things when I was younger.

Once in France, was coming home about 4am with five mates and we were a bit loud and rowdy. Somebody called the local cops and I was elected as translator to apologise and explain our situation. However, being drunk and male, I decided to chat up the really cute French police lady that was there. Her male partner got a bit pissed off at this and started getting very nasty. Both were plain clothes so I told him I didn't think he was a cop and proceeded to try and chram my way into the lady's pants...er heart. The guy stormed off to his car and came back with a police ID, a big Alsatian and a gun to back up his story. This sobered me up no end so apologised and we toddled off back to our hotel - minus the cute cop.

Years ago, back in my experimental stage. Myself, my brother and my ex were walking back to hers after a night out. Decided we should get some munchies in the 24 hour shop so brother said he would pay for the food. Roting around in his pocket for some change he pulled out a load of coins and put it on the counter...along with three E's he had left over. Shopowner was not one bit impressed and ****ed us all out. Was really hungry that night too.

I hate the way the French just don't understand the concept of gowling around outside a chipper until 4am

godtabh

On my last day of work at the old job (my leaving drinkins) i stole volumes -6 and 12 of the British Ebcyclopaedia of Medical Practice by Lord Horder. I think the reason why I did it was beacuse Voulme 1 is Abdominal to Anus!

At one of my first ever house parties a mate encouraged by another had his first drink and knocked back a bottle of vodka. No one saw him for a while then we heard screams of "I've killed him!" and the mate who supplied the vodka was giving the other lad mouth to mouth.

A stomach pump later and all was good

useful_contacts

Photi wrote: »

You were 18. You drank so much, got so drunk that you were taken to hospital. You puked over a nurse. And the most embarrassing thing was that you were wearing odd socks?

...

Give me a break i was young and stupid and couldnt handle my drink

And ya everytime i go out my sister asks "are your socks odd tonight?

randylonghorn

Sparky-s wrote: »

Well there was that time rick astley kinda fell down our stairs

>_>

<_<

:pac::p

The original of the species, or his Midlands understudy?

ninty9er

I just found out someone tried to put a condom on my head when I was asleep lastnight.....all of them were drunk...but so was I.

life_is_music

jumped through a window and landed on my head - woke up in A&E. GOOD TIMES!

dionsiseire

Went to a house where a friend was babysitting a little kid of about 7 years old

there was 3 of us each with a litre of jack daniels. we proceeded to drink away as the kid played his sega in the kitchen, it was a bit of a blur after that till i was awoken by the mam and dad returning home, i was in their christmas tree which was now upside down with me entangled in it. The guy supposedly babysitting was up in the backtub, sitting in it, puking on himself.

The other lad was in the kitchen with the little kiddo glued to the sega, slightly less drunk than us but somehow managed to remain composed enough to actually mind the little kid

KaG1888

KaG1888 wrote: »

Woke up this morning after Newcastle yesterday. We nearly weren't aloud on the plane.... must of had 16+ throughout the day. Spent £200 . WTF

Probably too noisy

Xavi6

AlmightyCushion wrote: »

I pissed in a phone box that was surrounded by a load of people. I used my free hadn to hold the phone so that ever6yone would think that I was on the phone. For some odd reason that ingenus plan didn't wotk.

Lol I did the exact same thing in Chicago. Unfortunately some smart arse decided to take pics.

LURKER08

Aww thanks for making me feel so welcome guys, so glad you enjoyed my stories, seriously its gotten to the stage where i'm almost afraid to travel because of the injuries I'm likely to inflict upon myself...

Well anyway I thought of another one...

So it was one of those completely random nights, the ones where you go out for one drink after work and end up getting home at some time the next day with no recollection of anything but a sore head and a bad feeling that you did something you shouldn't have, but you can't quite remember what it is.

So we left the pub at around 11ish to head on into town, there was probably a group of about 8 of us, we were having a good laugh, boozing away, then I decided I wanted to liven up a little bit so I hit the Double vodka red bulls, lethal decision on my part, I became some sort of Michael Flatly jumping all around the place, legs flailing, arms not moving, grabbing random dance partners and trying to lift them in the air, that sort of thing. One of my friends decided it was time for me to go home before I through some poor girl across the bar. I mumbled some sort of agreement as I was feeling a bit rough.

I got outside and instead of getting a taxi I decided to walk home, which is a fair walk but I decided it would help me sober up. I got to a local park near my house which was the perfect shortcut to get home through, there I was minding my own business when a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood, I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared. She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air', 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 can say this cab is rare but I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

Irishcrx

Climbed a huge hill out in Howth on the way down I slipped was falling for a bit looked up WALL!...out cold for 15 mins.

Beerlao

i'd have to say it was when i was in Chiang Mai, Thailand, and i found myself and some English dude i didn't know spit-roasting a Thai girl. very bizarre indeed.

silvine

Got up on stage for a dancing competition where everyone had to remove their trousers. I was surpised by the cheers and groans I got...until I realised I had forgotten to put on boxers!

General Zod

LURKER08 wrote: »

Aww thanks for making me feel so welcome guys, so glad you enjoyed my stories, seriously its gotten to the stage where i'm almost afraid to travel because of the injuries I'm likely to inflict upon myself...

Well anyway I thought of another one...

So it was one of those completely random nights, the ones where you go out for one drink after work and end up getting home at some time the next day with no recollection of anything but a sore head and a bad feeling that you did something you shouldn't have, but you can't quite remember what it is.

So we left the pub at around 11ish to head on into town, there was probably a group of about 8 of us, we were having a good laugh, boozing away, then I decided I wanted to liven up a little bit so I hit the Double vodka red bulls, lethal decision on my part, I became some sort of Michael Flatly jumping all around the place, legs flailing, arms not moving, grabbing random dance partners and trying to lift them in the air, that sort of thing. One of my friends decided it was time for me to go home before I through some poor girl across the bar. I mumbled some sort of agreement as I was feeling a bit rough.

I got outside and instead of getting a taxi I decided to walk home, which is a fair walk but I decided it would help me sober up. I got to a local park near my house which was the perfect shortcut to get home through, there I was minding my own business when a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood, I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared. She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air', 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 can say this cab is rare but I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

If you're going to Bel air a thread, After Hours is probably the worst forum to do it, as it looks like every other post

LadyE

General Zod wrote: »

If you're going to Bel air a thread, After Hours is probably the worst forum to do it, as it looks like every other post

Ah it was still brillaint - totally didnt see it after the first post he did ha ha:D

Al_Fernz

Thanks Lurker for telling us all about how, your life got flipped, turned upside down. It took a minute to sit right there and tell us all about how you became the king of Bel Air.

I'll get my coat/Taxi!/Boo-urns etc.

Mimi3637

sinlessgunner wrote: »

The worst drunk I ever was was at a christmas party a few years ago and me and my mate had almost 7 bottles of wine between us no exaggeration. I don't remember going to the nightclub.....was told some horror stories about there but that's not the half of it.....My mate spat milkshake all over two Gardai and got arrested, I started roaring at them and they told me to F**k off home or I'd be going with them too!! So I went home and woke up next morning bollock naked, in my brother's bed (which was thankfully otherwise empty!) with a plate of half eaten chips in the bed and found all my clothes outside the back door.......

Still a blank to this day!

I want to party with you! Brilliant!

18AD

Went to church.

Duff

Got my head shaved and took a traffic cone to bed..

CantGetNoSleep

SaxoDuff wrote: »

Got my head shaved and took a traffic cone to bed..

What did you do to it?

The Walsho

CantGetNoSleep wrote: »

What did you do to it?

What didn't he do to it?

Duff

TestTransmission

Few years back,when i was in college.
I used to work in a bar at the weekends,every sat nite resulted in a house party .
This saturday nite,a few came back to mine and we started to demolish the duty free raki and jagermeister i had.
One of the lads disappeared around 5ish and it was then we copped on he was having a piss in the hallway (his trousers down at his ankles)
I stopped him midflow and told him to get into the bathroom.I went back to my drink and realised about 20 minutes later he hadnt returned.We banged on the bathroom door,no answer.
It resulted in us kicking the door in,here he was fully clothed in the bath full of water ranting on about Jack Charlton and Italia 90.
Called him a taxi (as u do )
And he proceeded to undress and walked out to taxi in his underwear and shoes.
He left the pub 2 weeks later.

xzanti

jackncoke wrote: »

Few years back,when i was in college.
I used to work in a bar at the weekends,every sat nite resulted in a house party .
This saturday nite,a few came back to mine and we started to demolish the duty free raki and jagermeister i had.
One of the lads disappeared around 5ish and it was then we copped on he was having a piss in the hallway (his trousers down at his ankles)
I stopped him midflow and told him to get into the bathroom.I went back to my drink and realised about 20 minutes later he hadnt returned.We banged on the bathroom door,no answer.
It resulted in us kicking the door in,here he was fully clothed in the bath full of water ranting on about Jack Charlton and Italia 90.
Called him a taxi (as u do )
And he proceeded to undress and walked out to taxi in his underwear and shoes.
He left the pub 2 weeks later.

I was at a party in Kildare once, went on till the next morning and we were sitting out enjoying the sun when a guy who was at the party (who we thought had gone home) appeared at the bathroom window (was a bungalow) he proceeded to climb out of the window covered in his own sh*t and lay in the grass beside us, commented on what a lovely day it was and fell asleep, when we went into the bathroom we found sh*t smeared all over the walls and door, looked like he tried to get out of the bathroom via the door but just couldn't quite manover it... The guy left the town a few weeks later and hasn't been seen since, I didn't know him, but I will never forget him..

kevmy

Back in my undergrad days we had just finished exams and decided to just go straight into the booze despite the fact that it was 11 am. Anyway it was one of those extraordinarily brilliant days you get in early summer around exam time. So we were sitting along the prom in Galway outside sipping pints. At around 4ish in the middle of the day about 8-10 pints later someone goes "Jaysus lads it such a nice day we should go for a swim".

We all agree with this course of action and head off to the pier. Dive in and it's fcuking freezing - it is early May after all - and my goolies retreated upwards for the warmth. Anyway after a good half hour of a swim we get out and realise noone has a towel. Various different ways of drying ourselves are attempted. All of them embarrassing, none of them successful. I tell you there is no fun in getting on a bus completely damp with your boxers and your tshirt under your oxter.

silvine

Next time I do something stupid drunk and am paralysed with the "fear", I'll have another read of this thread so I can feel a little better about myself.

PeadarofAodh

Was absolutely twisted so me and a mate decided to pick up a 10 foot plank of wood each. We'd cycled into town so we proceeded to bring the planks of wood along with us, challenging passers-by to duals and asking ladies on the way for their handkerchiefs. Gards stopped us and asked where we'd got planks, said they were in middle of road so we were moving them...somehow they bought it and we proceeded to joust our way home once they'd left.

Was living at home at the time, parents never solved the mystery of the two big planks that appeared in our garden one morning

spantos

One morning I woke up, hungover, in bits, and locked in my room. I couldn't understand why so rang one of my sisters to let me out. I got a very quiet reception when I went into the kitchen, with a few dodgy looks and 'good night?'s from my parents.
Turned out when I got back to the house early in the morning, and I had been drinking all day, underage at the time, I hopped into my parents bed between them and pulled up the covers. After being removed, and probably trying it again, I was locked in for my own saftey, and theirs I'd say!!!

ibh

spantos wrote: »

One morning I woke up, hungover, in bits, and locked in my room. I couldn't understand why so rang one of my sisters to let me out. I got a very quiet reception when I went into the kitchen, with a few dodgy looks and 'good night?'s from my parents.
Turned out when I got back to the house early in the morning, and I had been drinking all day, underage at the time, I hopped into my parents bed between them and pulled up the covers. After being removed, and probably trying it again, I was locked in for my own saftey, and theirs I'd say!!!

Close the thread. We have our winner...!

beautiation

We went crazy one night and ripped down about 100 election posters. Then on the way home started feeling guilty about it so decided to make up for it by delivering them door to door at 3am. My mate had a massive dog set on him and would probably have died if he hadn't had Mary Lou Mcdonald for a shield.

Another time in england we had the "duck's quacks don't echo" debate and decided the only way to solve it was to kidnap a duck from the local park and bring him to a cave. Woke up cold, pukey, feathery and miserable on an island in the middle of a massive lake with no bridge back to land. Girlfriend gets hysterical and refuses to budge, claiming she can't swim (though she could the night before). Calls mountain rescue, gets told to feck off. Calls her dad, who comes out and collects us in a boat. He's really angry (mainly with me) so he tells him her drink had been spiked. Which would be fine, but the two of us were meant to be houseminding the parent's house and she pretends that's exactly what we did, which means who spiked the drink? Father is a paranoid lunatic who hated me already. Still does.

Steve

How come Weathercheck hasn't posted here yet?

I believe he has a good story about something that happened under the influence...:D

Gummy Panda

stevec wrote: »

How come Weathercheck hasn't posted here yet?

I believe he has a good story about something that happened under the influence...:D

about having a bit of aul dance after one your mates gets threatened by a pimp?

or my favourite quote

Weathercheck wrote:

At around 130 when this grew haired man locked his head together with mine when i simply said hello to him i knew something was iffy.

Billy the Kid98

Here's 1 for ya!

When we were about 19 my mates and i decided to visit a friend who lived in Dublin on Pearse St.
We all Got drunk and we all decided to go to a club called 'fireworks'. So about an hour in i was twisted and had lost all my mates in the club somewhere.
I walked around the whole club looking for them and was fed up so decided to order a pint at the bar. It was then i noticed that the dancefloor was actually twice as big as i had previously thought and there was another bar and section to the club at the other side.
I start making my way across the dancefloor when i notice some goofball walking towards me head-on. I wasnt looking for trouble so i tried not to make eye-contact.
Anyway it comes to the stage that we are almost face to face so i move left, he moves left (his right). I go the otherway, so does he. I go back left, so does he!!!
I said, hes taking the mickey here so decide to barge into him........................................................................................................................For those that dont know already, :DFireworks had full length mirrors surrounding the dancefloor (Cheers for that Xavi6)

Xavi6

Billy the Kid98 wrote: »

Here's 1 for ya!

When we were about 19 my mates and i decided to visit a friend who lived in Dublin on Pearse St.
We all Got drunk and we all decided to go to a club called 'fireworks'. So about an hour in i was twisted and had lost all my mates in the club somewhere.
I walked around the whole club looking for them and was fed up so decided to order a pint at the bar. It was then i noticed that the dancefloor was actually twice as big as i had previously thought and there was another bar and section to the club at the other side.
I start making my way across the dancefloor when i notice some goofball walking towards me head-on. I wasnt looking for trouble so i tried not to make eye-contact.
Anyway it comes to the stage that we are almost face to face so i move left, he moves left (his right). I go the otherway, so does he. I go back left, so does he!!!
I said, hes taking the mickey here so decide to barge into him........................................................................................................................For those that dont know already, Fireworks had full length mirrors surrounding the dancefloor

Fixed that for ya!

God I remember Fireworks well. Used to frequent there when I was 18. My mate had a mental block one day and couldn't remember the name of it so we told him it was called 'Bangers'! It was hilarious cause straight after he rang one of the lads askin him if he was going to Bangers. Cue serious ROFL-ing!

Andy-Pandy

Drunkin group sex is always a little embarrising when you wake up the next day. EEEhhhhhhh!!!!! Morning!!!!!!

KingOfFairview

Me and my friends killed this nurse and buried her in the mountains!!!

RonMexico

Paddys Day in America, dressed in a bright green pimp suit with zebra print collar and cuffs, totally ****faced went to some house party where I was presented with a bottle of Jameson which I proceeded to knock back at an alarming rate. After leaving the party around midnight I stumbled into a dive bar where I proceeded to tell anyone and everyone present that George W. Bush was a thundering ****. I don't remember but the next day the bartender told me the whole story. I was also wearing sunglasses with one lens missing and carrying a pimp cane with a diamond on top. The regulars who knew me were highly entertained by my ranting but a few others were completely baffled.

Another time at a house party someone handed me some alcopop **** to knock back out in the front garden. Disgusted I threw it over my shoulder only for it to land on a flash merc parked outside - as the owner was getting out.

Another time after an almighty session I woke up around 9 in the morning with a mouth full of puke and more on the way. I ran to the balcony and projectile vomited onto the glass roof of the cafe downstairs as the people eating their breakfasts looked up in horror.

Another time in San Francisco I woke up in a strange hotel in bed with two women I didn't recognise and wasn't even sure what floor I was on, I had to ask the cleaners how to get out in my utter confusion and hungover state. In the lobby I was greeted by the manager who had to tell me where the exit was at the same time grinning and winking at me, then I stumbled out into blinding sunshine and straight into the beginnings of the gay pride parade which totally shattered my nerves. Nothing more disturbing than the sight of a guy in leather chaps and little else strolling past you at 9 in the morning and you haven't a ****ing clue whats going on or where you even are.I jumped in a cab and got a funny look when I told him where I lived. It was around the corner.:D

Mr.Plough

took a dump in a friends bathtub

whiskeyman

I had a thing for stealing bus-shelter posters from my walk home from the nitelink.
Those posters are feckin huge!! I must have somehow opened the big light casing, and ripped them clean off. I'd wake up the next morning with a huge poster covering my bedroom floor.
Always seemed to get a lot of film posters that way...

Loopy

RonMexico wrote: »

Paddys Day in America, dressed in a bright green pimp suit with zebra print collar and cuffs, totally ****faced went to some house party where I was presented with a bottle of Jameson which I proceeded to knock back at an alarming rate. After leaving the party around midnight I stumbled into a dive bar where I proceeded to tell anyone and everyone present that George W. Bush was a thundering ****. I don't remember but the next day the bartender told me the whole story. I was also wearing sunglasses with one lens missing and carrying a pimp cane with a diamond on top. The regulars who knew me were highly entertained by my ranting but a few others were completely baffled.

Another time at a house party someone handed me some alcopop **** to knock back out in the front garden. Disgusted I threw it over my shoulder only for it to land on a flash merc parked outside - as the owner was getting out.

Another time after an almighty session I woke up around 9 in the morning with a mouth full of puke and more on the way. I ran to the balcony and projectile vomited onto the glass roof of the cafe downstairs as the people eating their breakfasts looked up in horror.

Another time in San Francisco I woke up in a strange hotel in bed with two women I didn't recognise and wasn't even sure what floor I was on, I had to ask the cleaners how to get out in my utter confusion and hungover state. In the lobby I was greeted by the manager who had to tell me where the exit was at the same time grinning and winking at me, then I stumbled out into blinding sunshine and straight into the beginnings of the gay pride parade which totally shattered my nerves. Nothing more disturbing than the sight of a guy in leather chaps and little else strolling past you at 9 in the morning and you haven't a ****ing clue whats going on or where you even are.I jumped in a cab and got a funny look when I told him where I lived. It was around the corner.:D

Jesus, I'd say a nite out with you would prove very interesting indeed:D

chuci

looptheloop wrote: »

Jesus, I'd say a nite out with you would prove very interesting indeed:D

+1

elpresdentde

drank a bottle of tesco own brand vodka. and spent most of the night trying to get my female friends to let me braid their hair on the theory that i could braid bulrushes when i was young. then getting upset when they complain i was pulling their hair. then i got all over the place.

RonMexico

For some reason my more interesting adventures have happened when I am in unfamiliar territory. I can get completely wasted on the lash at home and not generally get into too much trouble but the minute I venture into foreign places and run amok I get into a whole heap of ****. Ah well...nothing I can't handle.

Oh yeah if you get your hands on real absinthe then lock the ****ing doors because I guarantee you will get locked up if you venture out after drinking that evil stuff. Give it to your friends instead and let the hilarity begin.