holy king
Deity
that's the point.
How wasted have you ever been?
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that's the point.
Thorbal
not enough ram!
This thread just made me open up my first bottle of beer since December 31 
. I forgot I still had a crate of it left down in the basement. Now I thought of it. Damn.
. I forgot I still had a crate of it left down in the basement. Now I thought of it. Damn.
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
I feel I must answer. Note that my answer is in the style of "ha ha, only serious".
Pantote chairete. (EDIT: Since it wasn't obvious, note that the site has an option to view the passage in English and in other languages. Use the dropdown box.)
Or, put a more modern way, happiness is mandatory.
eastsidebagel
Deity
Exactly, that is to resist the easily available drug of alcohol and all it's short-term positive side-effects in favor of not to endanger your health.
holy king
Deity
Thorbal
not enough ram!
Sounds like a fun RPG 
. Especially the part that everyone gets his own "secret objectives".
. Especially the part that everyone gets his own "secret objectives".
Bigfoot3814
Deity
I put it into a little pit at the bottom of my stomach. And then I put food on it.
It's the God's honest truth but I didn't think it made me worthy of any more respect.So let me summarize this: You don't smoke anything which grows out of the ground, you don't drink beers not to say vodka and cocktails and you still lead a happy and balanced life (according to what you said in earlier threads)?
If that isn't made up, I have a deep respect before you.
holy king
Deity
I put it into a little pit at the bottom of my stomach. And then I put food on it.
Erik Mesoy
Core Tester / Intern
It's not the happiness of credulity, if that's what you're thinking. Is it that, do you not understand what's funny, or is it something else?
holy king
Deity
well, first of all my old greek is a bit rusty. also i dont get the relation to that game, maybe because i dont understand the quote in the first place.
eastsidebagel
Deity
I beg to differ. You're one of those few guys who posted here so far whose respect for them has risen and not fallen like for the ones who told something awkward or disgusting about their experiences with alcohol. When I'm loaded I don't care what others say and my self-confidence is extremely boosted, but when I'm back to sobriety I see what a doofus I've been. Thumbs up for the attitude of you and Mowque's! Life's a little bit less confusing when being sober all the time (but also less fun IMO).
In France:
2 glasses of Foster's at some danky bar. We decided to move to something that resembled a club. I had a lot of Koinesburg or however it's spelled. I'm going to guess 7-8 glasses. Leaving the place, I put down two shots with my bro. Then, we had to run home to make curfew. I think I puked 5 times on the way home.
2 glasses of Foster's at some danky bar. We decided to move to something that resembled a club. I had a lot of Koinesburg or however it's spelled. I'm going to guess 7-8 glasses. Leaving the place, I put down two shots with my bro. Then, we had to run home to make curfew. I think I puked 5 times on the way home.
Masquerouge
Deity
Well there was that famous night back in college where we arrived at the big school party already quite wasted (booze and weed). We started to dance a bit and drink a lot, then one of us removed his shirt and we all did and started to do a conga line throughout the dance floor with all the other drunkards removing their shirts and joining us. Since after such a glorious event our standing with the ladies was at its apex, I started to hit on a girl next trying to pull some sweet dances moves but the only thing I hit was the floor, which even in my stupor I could see was funny. At this point one of us got the idea of taking the plastic cups, drawing two black dots on the bottom with a sharpie and holding it in his mouth to make it look like a snout, and since we're all sheeps when drunk we joined in on the piggie fun. At that point we were really really drunk but alas the party was over, so we exited, only to find a couple of caddies in the parking lot with which much hilarity could have been had had we not decided to go dirt-caddying over the steep hill, which meant that we were covered in mud since it was raining. So we decided to head back home, with the most wasted of us driving of course, only to be pulled over by the cops. Things started to look really bleak but the cop saw that our car had a macaron from our college and just said "oh, you're from there, sorry guys just go ahead". To this day we have still not figured out why he let us go, but the few seconds when we tried as hard as we could to not erupt into cheers and laughter before it was safe were awesome.
Back at the flat we stumbled upon one of these in our courtyard
and decided it would be teh hilarity to bring it all the way up to the fourth floor and stick it in front of our neighbour's door, to teach her to complain that we were very loud during a previous party.
Upon entering our flat, one of us started puking on the floor so that meant that the rest of us rushed to claim the remaining toilets and sinks (it was a 6-bedroom condo). We then came back to the living room only to find the first offender trying to put salt on the stain to clean it up, only he had poured half the container and so there was a little pyramid of salt in the middle of the floor. He told us the day after that he became fascinated by the salt pouring out and just forgot why he was pouring it out.
Then we all peed out of the balcony, and the rest of the night is kind of a blur.
The next day, much cleaning was done.
Back at the flat we stumbled upon one of these in our courtyard
Upon entering our flat, one of us started puking on the floor so that meant that the rest of us rushed to claim the remaining toilets and sinks (it was a 6-bedroom condo). We then came back to the living room only to find the first offender trying to put salt on the stain to clean it up, only he had poured half the container and so there was a little pyramid of salt in the middle of the floor. He told us the day after that he became fascinated by the salt pouring out and just forgot why he was pouring it out.
Then we all peed out of the balcony, and the rest of the night is kind of a blur.
The next day, much cleaning was done.
Bigfoot3814
Deity
It's probably give and take just like anything else.
Heretic_Cata
We're gonna live forever
When i'm really drunk i usually puke repetedly and/or go to sleep in the next 5 minutes.
When i'm very drunk i just puke but not repeatedly. This stage is usualy skipped when using hard liquor.
I don't wanna say the stuff i did while very drunk, they're kinda personal and ... kinda wierd/********/gay. One of the highlights of that evening was "Cata doing Tai Chi". That must've been funny to watch - a pitty i wasn't watching myself.
When i'm very drunk i just puke but not repeatedly. This stage is usualy skipped when using hard liquor.
I don't wanna say the stuff i did while very drunk, they're kinda personal and ... kinda wierd/********/gay. One of the highlights of that evening was "Cata doing Tai Chi". That must've been funny to watch - a pitty i wasn't watching myself.
QuoVadisNation
keeping your angel alive
One time, I was so wasted I actually thought Miller Lite tasted good.
eastsidebagel
Deity
When I'm drunk, I feel like driving a car in a schoolyard.
Mirc
Not mIRC!!!
I have so many I don't eI have so many I don't even know to begin.
Last year, in Belgrade, I drank 6 nights in a row... Only from there I can remember stories so amazing that few people actually believed them.
I've only once blacked out. I've passed out more times than I can remember. I've drank enough nights to probably make a year of my life already. I have so many stories I really don't know where to begin.
Once I was at a friend's house, big 3-day-long party, at the end of it I was so tired (although I was proud I was the only one to go without sleeping) that I passed out... while I was sleeping, apparently the guy's family was coming home, earlier, and they had to take everyone out quickly (the family knew about the party, but certainly didn't want to find us there). I woke up a few streets away, in a garden, in a sea of puke, with a sore forehead, marks on one hand, and one feet almost completely shaved. Apparently they tried to wake me up so hard that they crushed beer cans on my forehead and shaved an entire foot of mine with a broken electric shaving machine that hurt so bad nobody could stand the pain it was causing. I didn't feel a thing. BTW, this is not a blackout, as all the things I don't know happened while I was sleeping. That's the difference between a blackout and just merely passing out.
I remember in Italy a while back... (guitar festival) we were at our hotel, the bar should've been closed for two hours but the bartender was such a nice guy that he went to sleep and let us alone in the rather large bar. Of course, he forgot that he left the... what do you call in English the thing that you pour beer from? The "beer machines". Well, he forgot that they still had beer in them. So of course we drank some 5-6 rounds each until he was actually woken up by our sounds, and threw us out (I missed the throwing us out part, being at the toilet, but what happened before that is enough to make 10 stories like the one I'm telling now...)
Okay so we were at 2:30 AM, a group of some 12 people, from some 9 different countries, each speaking at least 2 languages, slightly drunk, kicked out from the hotel's bar and freezing outside (it was not so cold actually, it was September in Italy, but that bar was so warm and our bodies were tired that we were almost shivering). So what to do? Let's find a bar that's still open.
After roaming for around 45 minutes, some of those people wanted to go to sleep, so they did. As those were quite drunk (we picked up some more alcohol on the way), those of us who wanted to stay split in 2 groups - one would escort the others to the hotel and the other would find a place open. So me and another guy, plus some 2 other Finns, went out to find a place.
We find a crazy club that actually gave us 2 drinks for free, if we payed the entrance tax. We payed it, we got it, after an hour we got out of there with three of us having a girl besides us. One of the Finns was so wasted he was walking like this: ~~~ with a Bacardi in his hand, and while we were asking him questions, just to see him unable to pronounce a comprehensible word (let alone the fact that he was speaking half in Finnish half in German), he at some point got angry. So right in the middle of a big square, he threw the bottle randomly in one building, and then proceeded to piss on a 700-year-old church.
Of course the thing broke in a million pieces (the bottle, obviously), but the weird thing is that when that happened, all kinds of alarms started going off, and we actually heard police cars around us. So we ran away and we asked the girls (2 were from that town) what was going on.
Surprise...
Apparently that building was the main police station in the town. So after we tried to hide for some 15 minutes, we went back to the club where we met them, and we actually found the police there asking questions! Of course we pretended we knew nothing about this, but we were kinda scared that they'll see the really drunk guy... so we tried to hide him.
We took him to the bathroom, probably injuring some 20 people along the way, and we kept him in one of the toilets. Then the other guy that was with me started puking, and went crazy. He actually went out of the toilet, jumped on the bar and started shouting swearing in Greek. The bartender tried to announce the police, but to his surprise they had just left a few moments before.
So me and the other Finn (the conscious one
) went to the bartender and told him we can get him off the bar without breaking.. too much... if he won't call the police. He agreed. So we went towards him, each on one side of the bar, and we started pulling on both his hands, until he was kneeling down on the bar. Then the other guy told me to let go, and he jumped off the bar on his feet (which is amazing considering how drunk he was) and we got out.
Ah, BTW, we got some drinks from the bartender for that too. So we go back to our hotel, the two of us that were still conscious actually trying to do something with those girls. We arrive, the hotel manager/bartender was still up... And he saw us getting in.
Then one of the girls got very scared, and she told us to "mask" her so he wouldn't see her getting in. Apparently, the guy was the father of one of her best friends. It was unbelievable.
Of course we failed to hide her, and he went out and started shouting at her in Italian (although he didn't know that, I was understanding everything he said, I might not speak Italian very correctly, but I certainly can understand almost every damn thing), and basically he was instructing her to "order" us to take her home.
We started to "escort" her home (luckily she wasn't "mine", she was the Drunk Greek's girl), and we passed by the police station again. There, we see a crowd of people, cameras, and some other stuff.
The bartender at the club where we picked those girls up was arrested for drug traffic. Apparently an operation had been going on for months before that and this was the final moment of the exposing and arresting. It was a huge fuss in the local newspapers, as the guy was quite famous.
Next morning, as I was taking the girl home (or more like... she asked me to come with her as she took me to where she lived, as I had only been in that town for 2 days), a guy asked me why I didn't join him in his room in the hotel, as they drank for "almost 3 hours!!" and had "a lot of fun telling jokes and playing games".
Last year, in Belgrade, I drank 6 nights in a row... Only from there I can remember stories so amazing that few people actually believed them.
I've only once blacked out. I've passed out more times than I can remember. I've drank enough nights to probably make a year of my life already.
I have so many stories I really don't know where to begin.Once I was at a friend's house, big 3-day-long party, at the end of it I was so tired (although I was proud I was the only one to go without sleeping) that I passed out... while I was sleeping, apparently the guy's family was coming home, earlier, and they had to take everyone out quickly (the family knew about the party, but certainly didn't want to find us there). I woke up a few streets away, in a garden, in a sea of puke, with a sore forehead, marks on one hand, and one feet almost completely shaved. Apparently they tried to wake me up so hard that they crushed beer cans on my forehead and shaved an entire foot of mine with a broken electric shaving machine that hurt so bad nobody could stand the pain it was causing. I didn't feel a thing. BTW, this is not a blackout, as all the things I don't know happened while I was sleeping. That's the difference between a blackout and just merely passing out.
I remember in Italy a while back... (guitar festival) we were at our hotel, the bar should've been closed for two hours but the bartender was such a nice guy that he went to sleep and let us alone in the rather large bar. Of course, he forgot that he left the... what do you call in English the thing that you pour beer from? The "beer machines". Well, he forgot that they still had beer in them. So of course we drank some 5-6 rounds each until he was actually woken up by our sounds, and threw us out (I missed the throwing us out part, being at the toilet, but what happened before that is enough to make 10 stories like the one I'm telling now...)
Okay so we were at 2:30 AM, a group of some 12 people, from some 9 different countries, each speaking at least 2 languages, slightly drunk, kicked out from the hotel's bar and freezing outside (it was not so cold actually, it was September in Italy, but that bar was so warm and our bodies were tired that we were almost shivering). So what to do? Let's find a bar that's still open.
After roaming for around 45 minutes, some of those people wanted to go to sleep, so they did. As those were quite drunk (we picked up some more alcohol on the way), those of us who wanted to stay split in 2 groups - one would escort the others to the hotel and the other would find a place open. So me and another guy, plus some 2 other Finns, went out to find a place.
We find a crazy club that actually gave us 2 drinks for free, if we payed the entrance tax. We payed it, we got it, after an hour we got out of there with three of us having a girl besides us. One of the Finns was so wasted he was walking like this: ~~~ with a Bacardi in his hand, and while we were asking him questions, just to see him unable to pronounce a comprehensible word (let alone the fact that he was speaking half in Finnish half in German), he at some point got angry. So right in the middle of a big square, he threw the bottle randomly in one building, and then proceeded to piss on a 700-year-old church.
Of course the thing broke in a million pieces (the bottle, obviously), but the weird thing is that when that happened, all kinds of alarms started going off, and we actually heard police cars around us. So we ran away and we asked the girls (2 were from that town) what was going on.
Surprise...
Apparently that building was the main police station in the town. So after we tried to hide for some 15 minutes, we went back to the club where we met them, and we actually found the police there asking questions! Of course we pretended we knew nothing about this, but we were kinda scared that they'll see the really drunk guy... so we tried to hide him.
We took him to the bathroom, probably injuring some 20 people along the way, and we kept him in one of the toilets. Then the other guy that was with me started puking, and went crazy. He actually went out of the toilet, jumped on the bar and started shouting swearing in Greek. The bartender tried to announce the police, but to his surprise they had just left a few moments before.
So me and the other Finn (the conscious one
) went to the bartender and told him we can get him off the bar without breaking.. too much... if he won't call the police. He agreed. So we went towards him, each on one side of the bar, and we started pulling on both his hands, until he was kneeling down on the bar. Then the other guy told me to let go, and he jumped off the bar on his feet (which is amazing considering how drunk he was) and we got out.Ah, BTW, we got some drinks from the bartender for that too. So we go back to our hotel, the two of us that were still conscious actually trying to do something with those girls. We arrive, the hotel manager/bartender was still up... And he saw us getting in.
Then one of the girls got very scared, and she told us to "mask" her so he wouldn't see her getting in. Apparently, the guy was the father of one of her best friends.
It was unbelievable.Of course we failed to hide her, and he went out and started shouting at her in Italian (although he didn't know that, I was understanding everything he said, I might not speak Italian very correctly, but I certainly can understand almost every damn thing), and basically he was instructing her to "order" us to take her home.
We started to "escort" her home (luckily she wasn't "mine", she was the Drunk Greek's girl), and we passed by the police station again. There, we see a crowd of people, cameras, and some other stuff.
The bartender at the club where we picked those girls up was arrested for drug traffic. Apparently an operation had been going on for months before that and this was the final moment of the exposing and arresting. It was a huge fuss in the local newspapers, as the guy was quite famous.
Next morning, as I was taking the girl home (or more like... she asked me to come with her as she took me to where she lived, as I had only been in that town for 2 days), a guy asked me why I didn't join him in his room in the hotel, as they drank for "almost 3 hours!!" and had "a lot of fun telling jokes and playing games".
eastsidebagel
Deity
Mirc, that was epic. Thank you.
Mirc
Not mIRC!!!
Hey, you're welcome, you don't have to thank me for that.
I did & wrote that from my own pleasure! 
