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Discussion in 'Mayberry Lounge' started by Luger, Feb 19, 2017.
yup...same here back in my poker "glory days."
back in 2007 i jumped into a pool with my new Razor phone and didnt realize it until the next morning. At least i got laid. The things we do.......
I mean, I got followed by cameras during Oktoberfest in Germany cause I would get fully naked at every bar I went to and skull a litre of beer.
I pulled a 3 day all nighter in Mexico once, and woke up with a 32 year old beside me....I was 18 at the time.
I had an MFM threesome with a couple in Amsterdam at a swingers bar in a glass room while 30+ people watched.
I've been a part of a 50+ person orgy once.
I had to wipe my ass Indian style in Thailand while partying at the bar because I had to take a shit and the bum gun didn't work and there was no TP. Washed my hands and went straight back to partying.
I met an English girl who lost her phone/wallet at a club in Montenegro that was maybe...15 minute car ride from town. Being that she couldn't pay the taxi driver the fair, she decided to fuck him for the ride back. Was crying about it in the morning while I laughed.
My good buddy shit himself at the bar once....but decided he liked his underwear too much to throw them away. He proceeded to clean himself up, but then wrap his shitty boxers up and put them in his pocket and party the rest of the night.....
I mean, I could come up with a lot more here
There's seriously nothing better than backpacking other countries for the culture, the food, the people, the women, and getting straight fucked up.
Like your coke story, I also have a buddy...I guess he's more a buddy's buddy...who made the flight he was on have an emergency landing coming back from Vegas because his heart started fluttering just after take off....I guess no sleep and doing rails of blow all night long will do that.
underwear gone and protien stains all over clothes, and hairs stuck together. amirite guys!?!!?
This is the shizz I live for, brah! Love all this nonsense, makes for amazing stories!
Next time you go backpacking, hit me up bruv!
Here's another, random one...
La Paz, Bolivia - my mate went out without me one night and highly recommended I go to 'Eddies House'. That night, after clubbing, I end up in a taxi to Eddies. He's the most flamboyantly gay Bolivian lad of all time, covered in cats, lets us in and has a soundproofed back room that is FULL of backpackers (a good 30-40 people), fully stocked bar (self service) and a trash-bag full of grams of coke, must have been like 40k or something in there. He's sleeping on the couch, waking up whenever one of us reprobates comes out to buy more. I was one of say, 6, last people still there and it turned out to be 3pm the following day. Like, we'd been in that room a good 15hrs or something. It was the walking dead! I said to my mate "surely this lads an easy target for the local badmen, gay lad with a ton of coke in his house etc" and he said, rightly so, "where do you think his thousands of pounds worth of gear comes from? his brother is probably head honcho in La Paz and no fucker will think about touching him! He's gay so he's unthreatening and his bro has realised he can corner than 'foreign' market!"
If I have too much to drink at a house party, I usually end-up grappling with people, often on laminate flooring and carpets. I always have a lot of fun, but I wake up with friction burns and bruises, sometimes.
Sending text messages to girls I used to hook up with. Waking up is the worst, I remember receiving "you always text me when drunk, pls leave me alone".
The sound of a woman screaming and the smell of burning latex are sure signs.
when i finish too many chapters within a night and then forget to leave a bookmark! hahah XD
Ok guys we have to tone down the craziness before this thread gets shut down.
I work at a night club on the weekends as an MC for the acts, mostly aerialists and ballet dancers. Its a super swanky club and all my drinks are on the house. I got way too loaded last night and a buddy and I did a few lines. Had to work my chef job this morning and was still fucking hammered when I got to work.
I've woken up outside a few times. Once in a bush missing a shoe and my cell phone. Turns out we were playing drunk hide and go seek and I just passed out. Crawled out of the bush in a parking lot at home depot looking like a zombie and scared the fuck out of some people. Then had to walk six miles back to my apartment.
I've been an AA member for 6 years
I hate that. Means the good times are ending, imo
Sounds really boring
It seems evident now, after reading through these, I've never had too much fun.