When was the first time you got really legless, totally smashed, rat-arsed?
Where were you?
What were you drinking and what happened?
17,
in the street,
cider,
told my friend I wanted to shag his 47-year-old mother!
13 tenents super, woke up and wanted to die lol
how should I know? I were totally pissed.! However through forensic investigation and flashbacks, it was probably a combination of beer, cider, spirits then those bottles behind the bar that nobody EVER drinks or anyones ever heard of .....The day started normally enough just having a "quiet drink." with friends then things went kind a automatic like "a drink happens " you ask who's drink is that? ...yours ! so drink it etc etc ps if anyone lost a bra about 1986 in the Gloucestershire area I can return it.....
19
My drinks were seriously spiked and I assaulted a bouncer getting myself thrown out of the club we were in .. thankfully my mate realised that I'd been missing a while and checked it all out ... I was found in a diabetic coma down the side of the club and spent the next week in hospital.
I'd never touched alcohol until that point... thankfully now I have a better tolerance but rarely drink to the point of tipseyness.
c x
oh mt word, it was a house party (a school one, you know the sort) I got pissed on Buckfast tonic wine..............and i got a girl pissed on it too, them were the days, 2 peeps, pissed on one bottle. I also remember sending a mate in to the shop to buy it (he was 18 i was 14 or 15) it only cost
I got me tops an everything.....great night...
hmmmm, well other than last night on the slappers night out, where far too much vodka was consumed by me...... (I didn't fall over or do anything embarassing tho.......I hope......)
has to be a few years ago at the birthday party of the club I work for. It was £10 entry and free drinks all night, except I managed to wangle the night off, not pay to get in and get drunker than I have been in my life! Approximately 10 black russians (vodka and tia maria with coke) later...(i had lost count by then) I managed to stumble to a sofa and sit on it for the rest of the night waiting for the club to close so I could get a lift home.
I spent all of the next day in bed, and was sent home from work ill on the folllowing day too! (Still didn't throw up or fall down, so wouldn't like to guess how much I'd have to drink to get to that stage!........must be my irish genes)
Good job I only drink a handful of times during the year!
13 family-friend's wedding. Tequila shots (cos I thought I was hardcore) don't know how many... and some beer. all courtesy of my evil older cousin. Had my first cigarette then too...
mum found out the next day and ooooooh was I in trouble. She didn't take to the:" but I feel horrible enough already as punishment" argument.
It was 3 weeks before my 21st on my stag night.
Bacardi and coke, don't ask me how many!!!
At closing time I stood up walked to my brothers car, got in, window down. Brother drove me home, I chucked up on the bank out side the back door.
Laid across the bed with my head over a bucket.
Brother was worried, thought I was going to sound of my breathing reverberating in the bucket helped him sleep.
Got married the next day, coulkdn't eat anything till about teatime and that was only trifle.