Saintdirt and I are going on a giftcard spree tonight
So here are the rulez:
1- This is only for the homiez that have never received a special package from us before, Sharing Is Caring.
2- We wanna hear you're best drunkie stories! or any funny embarrassing story
3- uhhhhhh, thats it I guess.....oh yeah, you don't get to know what you win
This is a very short gaw, going to pick a weiner sometime Friday evening, or maybe Saturday
EDIT ALERT! CHANGING THIS FROM DRUNKIE STORIES ONLY TO ANY KIND OF EMBARRASSING STORY. FOR THE PEOPLE THAT DON'T DRINK SO THEY HAVE A CHANCE TOO. ANY KIND OF STORY YOU'VE GOT THAT WILL MAKE US LAUGH WILL DO. YOU KNOW ME, I HATE RULEZ, SO THIS IS A FREE FOR ALL
Uhhh I don't know many good drunk stories of myself...though for some reason my friends' favorite one is the one time I went with them (my best friend and his gf to her bff's house) to Irvine (prob 18 or 19 at the time)...
So the night was young- we played some beer pong and kings cup....asshole...then shots...I think I only had one.
...Then they told me they were freaking out cause they thought I wandered off, and after about an hour of calling everyone, screaming my name outside, and getting ready to notify the cops (I know, paranoid ) they found me asleep in the tiny ass closet.
Apparently any time I was wasted, I would wander off and go to my car which was always at the Ralphs parking lot (they didn't give a shit) and fall asleep there.
Oh okay-another time I had a high fever coming back from hawaii....think I had tonsilitis...disgusting...but yeah, I had to drop a friend off and rejoin the party, since my best friends parents were outta town...so starting drinking shots of Don Julio- counted like 12 shots back to back...then I tried fighting my best friend while frothing at the mouth and he just pushed me (apparently-don't remember) and fell flat. Yeah, was blackout.
And not bragging btw-just can't think of any good ones....It's shameful.
(About Q's package) Willydigger:
"Is it mailed? Did you mail it? Where's the tracking? I'm pretty excited. I hope he cries. Think he'll cry? What a bitch."
"Q is an asshole, but he's so dumb I feel like hugging him all the time."
-Willydonker
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Post by willydigger. FB inFamous on Mar 5, 2014 19:31:35 GMT -8
Hi. Did I tell my crossbow story? What about that time I fed the horse? How about the splinter story? The road of frogs?
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My story is a simple one. I had just arrived in Okinawa, this would have been early July of 1990. I was assigned to 2nd Bn. 12th Mar BAS(battalion aid station) I was hanging out at the Apple House club. I had been drinking every drink that was on the bars pictures and I was smooching on an Okinawan cutie and thinking I was going to get me so sideways trim! Anywho, I had gone with some Marines that I had befriended at the barracks and they had been laughing at me as my "Okinawan cutie" went to the bathroom, THE MEN'S BATHROOM!!!!!! Long story short no nookie fo me!
It's 1994. My friends and I are huge fans of Hooter's restaurant since the waitresses like us and give us free pitchers, so we go a lot. WWF wrestling was a staple and we always had the TV in one area for ourselves to watch it on. After wrestling was over, we migrated to the Shamrock, or simply "The Rock" as we called it for the remainder of the evening. If it was busy enough, they would make it karaoke night. A very small hole-in-the-wall bar next to a trailer park. Awesome.
I'm not thinking clearly, my friend Jamie is sucking spilled beer off the table top with a straw and I've just been offered a white cross, which I drunkenly accepted. Shit was cash. First time I ever heard Nine Inch Nails "Head Like A Hole" and been a fan ever since.
Somewhat busy. Karaoke night is announced. I have a terrible desire to sing "Devil Went Down To Georgia". During the fiddle challenge portion in the song, I decide I will swing the mic around in a circle by the cord. Mic comes unplugged and slams against the wall. I chase it down and plug it back up. It works. The show must go on.
The entire Hooters female staff shows up at The Rock after they closed up for the night. 8 very "not ugly" young women want to dance. Now.
I lose all sense of humility. 'Da Butt by EU starts playing. I don't know where my shirt went. Still don't know. Middle of the dance floor with hotties dancing close singing "doin' da butt" and I'll never forget it.