Jabberwocky Posted June 3, 2010 Share Posted June 3, 2010 1978. I lived with my sister and her husband, I was 17. I had been out around Hillsborough and town and ended up in the Parson Cross hotel and I was legless, absolutely legless I had staggered into the house and gone straight to bed. My bedroom was above the kitchen and my sis was washing the dishes before she turned in. As she washed she looked at her reflection in the kitchen window - it was dark outside and she noticed something dribbling down the window. `What the bloody hell is that?` she asked herself and went out into the back garden to see what it was. She looked up and saw my bedroom window was open, my bare arse hanging out of it and I was taking a very drunken dump. Theres something about lots of alcohol that makes me want to drop my guts in strange and interesting places. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Ryan* Posted June 3, 2010 Share Posted June 3, 2010 Worst thing bar none - I managed to buy a dog from a big issue seller only to find it tied up on my back yard when I woke up. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Agent Orange Posted June 3, 2010 Share Posted June 3, 2010 I have, as yet, never done anything this stupid: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/2212453.stm That is kinda special Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ousetunes Posted June 3, 2010 Share Posted June 3, 2010 The funniest thing was in November 1988 whilst the ex-g/f was staying in halls in Edge Hill College, Ormskirk. At that point she had a room of her own in this woman's house who wasn't keen on the idea of boyfriends stopping overnight (as I found out after doing just that!). So for my next visit, the ex had managed to borrow a fellow student's room, that person having gone home for the weekend. Over this weekend, we got ridiculously drunk and on the Saturday night we went to bed as usual. Unfortunately, I had a tendency to take a walk and go searching for a place to relieve myself but I had two problems this particular evening: 1, this was a female-only halls of residence and here I was in boxer shorts trying to go to the loo; 2, I simply could not open the door. No matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't open and I was getting more and more desperate. The solution was: 3, to open the nearby cupboard and relieve myself in there. Which I did but not only that, I sprayed the floor and furniture too. I then went back to bed. I awoke to newspaper spread over the floor and on this green chair. My ex's eyes told me I'd done something wrong! She had endeavoured to clean it up but the bad news was that the green chair would turn white in our absence once heat through the window turned the now dried-up urine into a white salt. Fortunately, by the time this happened, I was safely back in Sheffield. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SHYTOT Posted June 3, 2010 Share Posted June 3, 2010 Stole the pub sign that had been swinging outside the Poplar Tree Tavern. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Treatment Posted June 4, 2010 Share Posted June 4, 2010 Would have loved to but I'm a bit tied up this weekend :(P That's a hard habit to break. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bladesman123 Posted June 4, 2010 Share Posted June 4, 2010 Whats the WORST thing you've ever done when drunk? Got in a car with a friend who was also drunk, crashed, rolled the car 4 times, spent two weeks in hospital Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pattricia Posted June 4, 2010 Share Posted June 4, 2010 Said to a guy in a bar " Show us yer money big boy" then promptly fell over. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
segasonic Posted June 5, 2010 Share Posted June 5, 2010 I still havent managed to beat this: http://www.sheffieldforum.co.uk/showpost.php?p=4147191&postcount=55 I promise to try in future though. 1978. I lived with my sister and her husband, I was 17. I had been out around Hillsborough and town and ended up in the Parson Cross hotel and I was legless, absolutely legless I had staggered into the house and gone straight to bed. My bedroom was above the kitchen and my sis was washing the dishes before she turned in. As she washed she looked at her reflection in the kitchen window - it was dark outside and she noticed something dribbling down the window. `What the bloody hell is that?` she asked herself and went out into the back garden to see what it was. She looked up and saw my bedroom window was open, my bare arse hanging out of it and I was taking a very drunken dump. Theres something about lots of alcohol that makes me want to drop my guts in strange and interesting places. I salute you sir, I'm in tears here. I've done many embarrassing things when drunk, including (but not limited to): -Waking up in the wrong house and being asked to leave by the terrified occupants. -Trying to crawl home but not knowing my address (just moved in) and being arrested for my own safety for being 'drunk and incapable'. -Being carried out of nightclubs by the doormen cos my legs stopped working. -Face-planting and biting clean through my lip. -Falling over and cracking my head, then turning into a complete a-hole to my mates, followed by being escorted to my train, passing out and coming to in Doncaster. -Many more too terrible to recall. Years ago now though. I'm very well behaved these days. My only crimes are SingStar and the occasional enthusiastic attempts at dancing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
smiley11 Posted September 10, 2011 Share Posted September 10, 2011 Just stumbled on this thread whilst searching for something else - how funny???!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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