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I drank 20 pints of Guinness last night
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Oh. When I got drunk quite recently I emailed a photo of my asshole to local businesses under an alias email that I can't remember how to get into because I don't know the password
I only know this because I received an email from someone in the morning to my usual account with a picture with what I know was my asshole, and cc'd was carpenters, a painter and decorators, and a small toy shop
I only know this because I received an email from someone in the morning to my usual account with a picture with what I know was my asshole, and cc'd was carpenters, a painter and decorators, and a small toy shop
This is how you get put on a register.
And all the people saying "no way you drank that much, lies"
Man some people can just put shit away. I drink 13-14 drinks when I go out, and that's pints/shots/bombs/doubles all mixed together. I drank two 750ml bottles of southern comfort one night and blacked out for seven hours. Lol
I know someone who drank 24 Carlings in one night, I sat and watched him do them. Just because you cannot drink them doesn't mean no one can baby. I bet you can't turn water into wine either but our lord and saviour Jesus Christ did
Am I going to triple post
I haven't checked
pls
EDIT: CLEGG FFS
ITS A NICE ASSHOLE
Man some people can just put shit away. I drink 13-14 drinks when I go out, and that's pints/shots/bombs/doubles all mixed together. I drank two 750ml bottles of southern comfort one night and blacked out for seven hours. Lol
I know someone who drank 24 Carlings in one night, I sat and watched him do them. Just because you cannot drink them doesn't mean no one can baby. I bet you can't turn water into wine either but our lord and saviour Jesus Christ did
Am I going to triple post
I haven't checked
pls
EDIT: CLEGG FFS
ITS A NICE ASSHOLE
I was in Mexico with some friends and went to this bar that was all you can drink for 4 hours and it cost like $20. There were a few country bands lined up for the duration as well. So it was an outdoors beach party setting type thing right on the ocean. Pretty nice. Well my friends and I are all 20 and everyone else there were at least a few decades older than us. Like 40+. Not that this is a bad thing, but it become integral to the story later on.
So we go into this thing thinking we have to get our monies worth and... we goddamn do! I start downing tequila shots, at a rate of about one a minute. At the same time we're getting all sorts of tequila infused mix drinks. We're mingling with everyone there generally having a great time. However as it progressed we decided that dancing was a necessity. So I'm dancing with moms (not hot ones) and just generally having a great time. My buddy got up on stage and was kicked off twice before eventually falling through some part of it. After that he ran into the ocean (haha). So we're pretty much just making asses of ourselves. I think I tried to (maybe successfully) make out with around four of the ladies (moms) I was dancing with. Blacked out within about 2 hours. Towards the end of it I vaguely remember a 50ish year old man taking a swing at me and trying to fight me for hitting on his wife! Eventually I think we got kicked out, but I don't really remember...
Worst part was that we had to go have dinner with one of my buddies families right after this. So yeah, was a weird experience overall. 9/10 would do again.
TLDR: Tequila makes me a MILF hunter.
So we go into this thing thinking we have to get our monies worth and... we goddamn do! I start downing tequila shots, at a rate of about one a minute. At the same time we're getting all sorts of tequila infused mix drinks. We're mingling with everyone there generally having a great time. However as it progressed we decided that dancing was a necessity. So I'm dancing with moms (not hot ones) and just generally having a great time. My buddy got up on stage and was kicked off twice before eventually falling through some part of it. After that he ran into the ocean (haha). So we're pretty much just making asses of ourselves. I think I tried to (maybe successfully) make out with around four of the ladies (moms) I was dancing with. Blacked out within about 2 hours. Towards the end of it I vaguely remember a 50ish year old man taking a swing at me and trying to fight me for hitting on his wife! Eventually I think we got kicked out, but I don't really remember...
Worst part was that we had to go have dinner with one of my buddies families right after this. So yeah, was a weird experience overall. 9/10 would do again.
TLDR: Tequila makes me a MILF hunter.
HOMEBOY OVER HERE
Banned
Couldn't do this. I would start vomiting after four or so if we're talking pints. Used to be able to drink all of a six pack of something high gravity (12 oz bottle) and be pretty fucked up ready for more. Now though? nope.
Now if we're talking PBR I could probably kill pints while never being too drunk to throw up. Gone through several in one night and usually just end up peeing a bunch. Throw in some shots though and I'm done. Fuck shots.
Now if we're talking PBR I could probably kill pints while never being too drunk to throw up. Gone through several in one night and usually just end up peeing a bunch. Throw in some shots though and I'm done. Fuck shots.
Oh, I know it's the truth. I'm just saying that it's crazy, especially with something as heavy as Guinness. I usually go right to the hard stuff pretty quickly, so there's no way I'd make it that long, haha.
The trick is to keep pooping
Asshole picture is now getting more interesting
It's horrific, honestly. I've somehow got my legs propped up and over my head and my steam pipe is in full focus. I'm proud of the quality of the photo. Less proud of the fact there's a plumber in Richmond who has stared into the abyss.
Rubbish King
The gift that keeps on giving
POWERSPHERE
Banned
I was so hungover last night from the night before I could barely breathe & kept having panic attacks. Whisky tasting night really takes its toll.
I'm amazed that the smell of the first shit you took this morning after drinking that much Guinness didn't kill you.
Anyway, got no advice for ya, I started drinking tequila sunrises at 10 am on Saturday and finsihed my 18th beer at 1 am. Woke up feeling fine because I made sure to drink a few litres of water, so, uh maybe try to hydrate more.
Anyway, got no advice for ya, I started drinking tequila sunrises at 10 am on Saturday and finsihed my 18th beer at 1 am. Woke up feeling fine because I made sure to drink a few litres of water, so, uh maybe try to hydrate more.
Your edit ruined this whole story
Pretty hung over today. Drank for the first time in a couple months with a friend who is visiting town. All beer so I thought I would be safe, but alas. I'm not aware of doing anything crazy or assholish, but the tail end of the night is a bit fuzzy.
I probably had about 10 beers.
I probably had about 10 beers.
Seems appropriate.
Tash you drunk 20 pints of Guiness? I can only manage like 2 and a bit.
GoldenEye 007
Member
I did a power hour once with Guinness as the featured drink. Not quite 20, but about 6 in a 60 minute period is.... interesting.
Shockingly didn't get sick from it and I of course still love Guinness.
Shockingly didn't get sick from it and I of course still love Guinness.
themagicalkitsune
Member
Last time I was pretty drunk I had 6 shots of Jamaican rum and then other stuff (beer included). It was pretty tame though. I got kicked out of a club for stuff I can't recall, almost walked back to my dorm then decided to walk back to the bar and get in.
I failed. Instead I remember sitting somewhere close by, gazing onto infinity then throwing up a little. I went back, cursed at someone walking by and threw my glasses away before getting into the dorm. Luckily I was able to find them the following day.
I failed. Instead I remember sitting somewhere close by, gazing onto infinity then throwing up a little. I went back, cursed at someone walking by and threw my glasses away before getting into the dorm. Luckily I was able to find them the following day.
RoyaleDuke
Banned
I remember the three times I've ever been drunk drunk, all I did was get really quiet and pass out basically.
Never wake up with a hangover.
The first time was my 21st and my parents and I were up at the casinos at Blackhawk,Colorado and basically at most of these places you can order whatever you like for free as long as you are gambling(video poker or anything really), and it's unlimited.
Anyway, we were at the Gilpin playing blackjack, I was doing pretty good taking 20 dollars up to about 300 dollars but since I was still pushing my luck I stupidly kept playing it and made out with only 100 or so and spent it on some killer hashish and some charlie sheen OG from Pinkhouse Riverside(a now sadly, defunct dispensary) the next day.
Anyway, throughout playing at that table they had like a huge stash of New Belgium Hoptober Golden Ale(which has an ABV of 7.5%) which at the time was no longer and has since not been produced ever again by New Belgium. Well Hoptober was one of my favorite seasonal brews and my dad wanted to see me get truly drunk at least once(I've always been pretty responsible about that kind of thing, one or two beers every couple of weeks).
So, I just keep playing blackjack and ordering these fucking things and after losing about 200 or so and being rather inwardly mad at myself for doing and not listening to myself earlier I decided to drink one more.
At this point this was beer 15, and I was properly wasted but still functional surprisingly. Eventually we left, they gave me a free burger coupon and I tried to get my free burger before leaving but the fucking kitchen closed at eleven and it was 11:02pm. So I left slightly irritated but still quiet and eventually we piled into the car, my father drove since he was the only sober one amongst us. I remember rolling down the window and the long, slow car ride back to Greeley, the cool air blowing across my face and jostling my beard. After that I remember thinking to myself about how amazing Quadrophenia by The Who was and how tired I was getting and eventually I fell asleep, I remember waking up halfway through when we were about 45 minutes away from home and staying awake the rest of the time, the alcohol wearing off.
The second and third times were about a half a year ago after getting a few growlers from a local brewery, my dad's a diabetic and he shouldn't drink beer and worse he loves this really sweet beer made with strawberries. I prefer traditional bitters, Pale Ales, and IPAs with the odd stout or Hefeweizen thrown in for good measure. Anyway he had a couple pints out of the growler before he said he wasn't feeling well and I decided right there that he didn't need to drink anymore of it and so I killed his growler and the rest of mine(a really good Extra Special Bitter). I remember going to bed not feeling so great, belly full of steak and beer, I remember going to bed with my dog and at some point I guess I fell out of bed onto the floor because my mother woke me up and she was really freaked out, wondering why I was on the floor.
I said I was fine and I must've rolled out of bed in my sleep, and I promptly got back up off the floor, rather sober and didn't really feel like sleeping so I smoked the last of my weed and played some video games and promptly went back to bed.
The third time I drank a couple growlers I just went to sleep, it seems I am the quiet, sleepy drunk.
Not very exciting stories really and pretty typical.
I rarely drink much and the few times I've drank in excess are few and far between.
Never wake up with a hangover.
The first time was my 21st and my parents and I were up at the casinos at Blackhawk,Colorado and basically at most of these places you can order whatever you like for free as long as you are gambling(video poker or anything really), and it's unlimited.
Anyway, we were at the Gilpin playing blackjack, I was doing pretty good taking 20 dollars up to about 300 dollars but since I was still pushing my luck I stupidly kept playing it and made out with only 100 or so and spent it on some killer hashish and some charlie sheen OG from Pinkhouse Riverside(a now sadly, defunct dispensary) the next day.
Anyway, throughout playing at that table they had like a huge stash of New Belgium Hoptober Golden Ale(which has an ABV of 7.5%) which at the time was no longer and has since not been produced ever again by New Belgium. Well Hoptober was one of my favorite seasonal brews and my dad wanted to see me get truly drunk at least once(I've always been pretty responsible about that kind of thing, one or two beers every couple of weeks).
So, I just keep playing blackjack and ordering these fucking things and after losing about 200 or so and being rather inwardly mad at myself for doing and not listening to myself earlier I decided to drink one more.
At this point this was beer 15, and I was properly wasted but still functional surprisingly. Eventually we left, they gave me a free burger coupon and I tried to get my free burger before leaving but the fucking kitchen closed at eleven and it was 11:02pm. So I left slightly irritated but still quiet and eventually we piled into the car, my father drove since he was the only sober one amongst us. I remember rolling down the window and the long, slow car ride back to Greeley, the cool air blowing across my face and jostling my beard. After that I remember thinking to myself about how amazing Quadrophenia by The Who was and how tired I was getting and eventually I fell asleep, I remember waking up halfway through when we were about 45 minutes away from home and staying awake the rest of the time, the alcohol wearing off.
The second and third times were about a half a year ago after getting a few growlers from a local brewery, my dad's a diabetic and he shouldn't drink beer and worse he loves this really sweet beer made with strawberries. I prefer traditional bitters, Pale Ales, and IPAs with the odd stout or Hefeweizen thrown in for good measure. Anyway he had a couple pints out of the growler before he said he wasn't feeling well and I decided right there that he didn't need to drink anymore of it and so I killed his growler and the rest of mine(a really good Extra Special Bitter). I remember going to bed not feeling so great, belly full of steak and beer, I remember going to bed with my dog and at some point I guess I fell out of bed onto the floor because my mother woke me up and she was really freaked out, wondering why I was on the floor.
I said I was fine and I must've rolled out of bed in my sleep, and I promptly got back up off the floor, rather sober and didn't really feel like sleeping so I smoked the last of my weed and played some video games and promptly went back to bed.
The third time I drank a couple growlers I just went to sleep, it seems I am the quiet, sleepy drunk.
Not very exciting stories really and pretty typical.
I rarely drink much and the few times I've drank in excess are few and far between.
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