Whats everones interesting stories about the good ole youngin drinkin days....


A few of us would get smashed back 3-4 years ago, always had this one buddy was like our rag doll we would do every wrasltin move to him, my favorite was power bombs lol, we destroyed my buddies tempo once he came out the next day with the fenders all bent up, the hood was dented in it was pretty beat up, I member having my buddy in the air about to power bomb him onto the car and as he was falling I looked over my shoulder and there was the PO PO Man... yeah I ran pretty fast jumped a lil fence and hid under the deck while the cops checked everyone;s ID, I lived on a farm we did hickish stuff lol... booze of choice which was every weekend was Rye/Coke Rye/Ginger got sick so many damn times, now it's good olde Canadian then when my taste buds are gone then any beer works...... I will maybe get **** faced 2 times a year if that, depends on how badly I remember the last yakkins...

I have many more "hickish" stories but yeah.. [img]smile.gif[/img]

[ February 25, 2004, 02:03 PM: Message edited by: ChizzerZ24 ]

 

sooooo many stories....

I guess one of the ones I remember best is my buddy had a party, invited about 20 peeps, over 60 showed. I remember him standing on a chair peaking out trying to get people out while we were laughing throwin them back. Later that night when I was completely smashed I redecorated his bathroom, ripped off the toilet seat, the shutters, the taps on the sink, and the walls werent too pretty [img]graemlins/puke.gif[/img] I ended up passing out on the floor, woke up hugging the toilet seat wearing a cheatah print cowboy hat. I hope to have a few new stories when I get back from Cancun next week [img]graemlins/thumb.gif[/img]

 

Way too many boozin stories. Most somehow end up with me streaking some sort of event or gathering. But one of the better ones was our Grad Campout. We had a camp out on a Sunday night with just about everyone in our grad class. Well most people retired to their tents sometime through the night. Myself and a few friends decided to go hardcore and drink all night then go to class hammered. Well i was one of the few who made it. 8 am rolls around and 24 canadians and 6 Vex's empties are around my tent. Being completely hammered I decided it would be fun to go to math class. Went in, sat down, got up to get a graphing calculator and nocked the whole box of them over. Teacher looked at me and told me to leave because I was drunk. I slurred a few words at him before stumbling outside and passing out in the baseball field. Half hour later I was woken up by a teacher because I was in te way of their game. Hahaha.....gotta love highschool!

 

It's so hard to pick a good one. One would be getting tanked in Memphis at last world finals. Dereck held me while Wade hit me in the shoulder with this big pylon, it didn't hurt till the next day. Also, when we got to the hotel from the exciting walk home another funny Wade attempted throwing me in the fountain in front of the marriot. It was fun. Last thursday night I was out til 5, and had a test a few hours later. At least I met a nice gal that I had to carry home over my shoulder, then went to a great house party and cooked grilled chese for other drunk people and had to back up a couple fights.
FUN FUN FUN Till daddy takes the Buick Away!!!

 

haah Streaking FRANK THE TANK lol, can't say I have ever done that, that would be interesting passing out in the baseball field lol.... I've had that a few times where I pass out and it's like what the hell how did I get here [img]graemlins/dunno.gif[/img] but needless to say when I start to remember it was kinda all worth it lol

[ February 25, 2004, 02:22 PM: Message edited by: ChizzerZ24 ]

 

haha... old school rocked. And yes the memories and stories make it all worth while!

 

Well, there was the one house wrecker, where we invented "drywall roulette"...first one to knock themselves out on a stud looses. You figure out the game.

Getting a ride home on the fire truck (my dad is a firefighter), cause our pallet-fire was so big, that the fire dept got called was considered basically a monthly event, rarely worried about my ride home...

I dunno what to tell you guys about...Zach has heard alot of my drinking stories...

 

LOL Yes, Yes I have Ty.

Ok I'll give one..
My first week in res last yr, all my roommates left, so im liek **** this im getting hammered. I went aroubnd, met a buncha ppl. I woke up on someones couch wearing a subway hat and having one arm covered in blue marker.

So I'm like wtf, good night, then I walk back to my place and on my bed is a huge stop sign I guess I punked in the course of the night.

The sign is m,y headboard for my bed.

What else did I do this yr..

6 of us polished a texas mickey off in 8 hours.Did 2 res marathons. Drank a 26er of v odka and grinded with a girl who looked like polar bear. Pass out on my floor a few times.

5 of us in the course of 45 minutesm finished a bottom of a 60 of vodka, half s 26 of malibu, half a 26 of cheap vodka, and polished another 26er off. We were all wrecks. I was the last one standing. [img]graemlins/headbang.gif[/img]
Pardon the bad grammer. I just had a lot of firewood come down on my hand. The pain.

[ February 25, 2004, 02:36 PM: Message edited by: Zutronius ]

 

haha stealing signs...

We have these signs back home, about "do not touch unexploded projectiles, used in avalanche control", and i always wanted one...So one night, me and a couple buddies go out to get one from on the highway...Turns out, the sign was SOOO high, I could BARELY touch the bottom, and it was hanging from a "7" shaped pole. So my buddy kyle decides that he will climb the pole (about 20-25' or so) to hack this thing down... So, hes kinda lying across the top of this pole, hanging on for dear life, in white pants, and a white t-shirt, while me and another friend are trying to hold the sign steady from below. Well, every coupld of mins, a logging truck would pass, and we would tell kyle "QUICK KYLE, SOMEONES COMING! LOOK SMALL!" as he is like dangling from this pole, in all white, int he middle of nowhere...So anyways...we got the sign down, realized its like 5'x7', and it BARELY fits in the back seat of my car...so we all squeezed back in, and brought it home...and now its my coffee table. Ill take a picture of it for ya'll once I get home.

 

The first time I ever drank I mixed 1/2 mikes hard and 1/2 vodka. Drank a couple of those and then when to some party. After asking every woman in the party if she'd have sex with me I went upstairs to the guys bathroom, puked all over his toothbrush and left the party.

If there's a first time for everything I experienced many firsts that night.