Wall of Mouths

…on beer?

I don’t remember… ;)

Drinking heavily in the Revolutiojn bar in Glasgow and suddenly found myself unconcious on the floor of the girls toilets with a cracked and very sore head.

Very drunk at a mates house and passed out behind his couch (somehow) on the way to the toilet. Woke up choking on my puke a minute later.

Threw up in my bed on my first night in Tokyo staying at a hotel. Woke up next to my bed.

Most recent:
Ran my bike into a policeman after a party in Amsterdam with the company masseuse on the back.

I’ll try and think of some more once I get this drink-addled brain of mine working again.

A buddy of mine threw himself into one of the Amsterdam canals by accident the other week. Muppet.

It’s either that one time in Spain when I drank too much beer and started eating two cigarettes because I told my friends I didn’t smoke like they always do when tehy are drunk. One of them suggested you could eat the as well, so I chewed and chewed, and flushed those damn things down my throat with a beer in which half a bottle of tomatoketchup was poored…AAARggh…the next day I was kicked by a guy because I was sleeping in front of his car and he had to go to work. This was some 6 miles from the place I stayed, never knew how I got there, but I can tell you one thing: the one who had to clean the toilet after i had been there has probably got an other job now.

The other time was when I went into a nightclub in my morning coat with brackets( those things to hang your wash with)in my hair. Once I got out I climbed up a lamppost, some 24 feet high, started swinging around that arm, but the arm wasn’t strong enough, so that was a one way ticket to the street…very rough landing I can tell you. I didn’t break anything fortunately, but I was in all newspapers…I thought you were DEAD, DEAD, DEAD…

Last new years: I drank a whole bottle of Goldstrike and half a bottle of Tequila and went out in my shirt( -5 degrees), and started playing frisbbee at a very busy road, nearly was hit by a car several times, when I woke up the other day I looked like I had been fighting in a war…2 chairs demolished in my place, and only one to blame( who honestly cannot remember a thing)

And now I live a sober life in the citycentre of Rotterdam( read: off to the pub within 2 hours)

went running after a dog one warm sunday morning barking like a madman at him while the poor mutts owner chased after me:eek:

the owner eventually caught up me…and booted me up the hole!I left literally,with my tail between my legs!:D

Well I think that the worst thing ever was that I broke my own eye glasses at the front of Twilightning band’s (after their gig) drummer (he is actually my friend) and I shouted “You are the worst drummer ever!”. Then my ex-girlfriend called my celluphone and 1st I threw up and then I fell down to the ground and as you can guess, I broke my celluphone!

So after these episodes I decided to go back to my home and I told to a girl that I spotted on the street that maybe we could do something…and I grabbed her ass.
(Un)Fortunately, she wasn’t alone and her female friend told her “I think it’s better for us that you go to your own home”.

There are many, many blackouts and the 1st thing I realised in the morning that I’m having my worst hangover, my hands are scratched everywhere, my shoulders, ca’nt find my eye glasses and why the damn phone’s full of messages and keeps ringing and I can’t answer it.
The hangover lasted for ‘bout three fucking days.

And I thought that “this time I can drink alot and cheapily by bringing my Absolut Vodka” (the bottle was free ‘cos my friend gave it to me and I was invited to some party of my friend’s friend and there was more booze, but new eye glasses and new phone took like 500 € from my wallet).

Thanks for my friends who were “luring” me to drink some booze with bottoms up! style.

Fell down stairs and woke up in a Czech hospital, with a massive shiner and in a room with two old blokes.

Got the shit kicked out of me after deciding to have a fight with three bouncers.

Vomited on T?’s tourbus.

Loads more…

You bet. Neil in particular - him and my sister had to clean it up! :p

Passed out somewhere in an alley in the city centre 5 years ago. The police found me, phoned my parents with the message: ‘Do you have a son of about 20 years old (I was 18 back then…)? We found him… totally hammered!’. Scared the hell out of my parents, but we could all laugh about it afterwards (my mum and dad are the best!).

Quite some blank spots in my memory after some heavy drinking. Conversations like ‘you kissed girl X’, and me replying ‘I did WHAT??!!’ are no exception.

Fell asleep sitting on the toilet with my pants down once or twice.

Forgot to store my contact lenses, so instead of safely storing them in lense fluid, I just threw them in the sink (happened a couple of times) and leave them there getting dried out and useless. I can’t remember how often I fell asleep with my contact lenses still in, and waking up with dry sore eyes.

Took a shower when I got home (or a couple of hours afterwards), and not remembering it. Then you look at yourself in the mirror, and wonder: ‘Dear God, what happened to my hair??’. Once, the wet towel next to my bed didn’t even ring a bell, I just showered again only to find out after that that I showered twice!

Pretty innocent I’d say, apart from the first one. I never got involved in a ‘drunk fight’, even managed to prevent some between drunk bastards and my (drunk) friends!

Yes well, the lure of those crazy vodkas is just too strong.

I apparently fell down my stairs in my flat early Staurday morning and my flatmate sent me to be. I don’t remember even seeing him after coming home. Cracking night though.

Most stupid thing:
When I was 13 (probably my first time drunk) my cousin kicked me down the stairs, and I, totally hammered, went up to my sister told her what happend and rolled myself down the stairs again to show her how it must have loked like.

Worst thing:
Got drunk sometime before noon, vomited 6-8 times on a playground, insulted a few friends, almost started a fight with the father of a friend, aledgely made out with some girl half goth half skinhead I didn’t know and almost frooze too death after falling asleep.
And that on new years eve 99. I wish the world would have ended after that.

marja wrote:

when partying amongs cows was still the best thing in life :)

Aah, so that’s why you consider yourself a daft cow. :p

marja wrote:

Mostely I’m the one that is in the best state of all when we go out by bike.

You do mean ‘pushbike’ don’t you? Not ‘motorbike..?

marja wrote:

thank god there were no pigs around

Oh god, not another drunken bestiality story…

marja wrote:

offcourse it was a pushbike. I’m not the kind of person that would crawl drunk on a motorised vehicule ;).

Given that some people had been banned, I’d thought I’d just check - didn’t think it sounded like you from the tone of your postings generally.

marja wrote:

No bestiality, I hope I haven’t dissapointed you :)

Is the opposite of disappointed ‘appointed’? If so, that’s me :cool: