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Fucking Yourself Up When Drunk
So I was good and pissed on Friday last, and I was headed out for a smoke on the back porch when my feet slipped on the wet wooden steps. I must have fallen a clear 7 feet down these stairs flat on my ass/shoulder/elbow. I was cut up pretty bad, bruised to hell, but no-one was looking, so the pride was still intact.
But that was probably the most painful thing that's happened to me in ages. It didn't hurt at the time, but I could barely move the next morning. Let's hear your drunken Rambo stories. |
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i thought you meant drug wise, hah.
this one time i got in a bar fight and got my ass kicked. i was too drunk too fight back, i think i was laughing the whole time, either way i came home with scratches and bruises all over my body and face, good times. |
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During one of those teenage drinking binges with buddies in the Rupert bush (anyone's backyard, really), we were being a bit rowdy and the cops came to check out what was going on. Of course, being young, we all panicked and started to run away.
Problem was, there was a big cliff behind us. Trying to run down it in the dark while sober would be stupid enough but with a lack of equilibrium, well... Needless to say (but I'll say it anyways), as I was running, I suddenly found myself sliding, and soon falling. I think the cliff had a 15 foot drop at the end. As luck would have it, I landed (probably ungracefully) on my right ankle which had just recovered from a sprain from playing basketball a few months before. Buggers never healed properly since. We all got seperated and made our way back to our homes, I guess. I stopped by the local pool hall, the owner of which was a good buddy. I stumbled in, muddy and messed up. He looks at me and asks, "What happened to you?" "Well, er, uh, mhmm..." I mumbled. "You've been out being a rebellious youth, haven't you," he ribbs me. "Er, mhmm... yeah-heh...." I mumbled, before getting enough soberity within me to ask to use the bathroom to clean up a bit. Don't recall much of what happened after that. |
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dear lord one time in kamloops came home from bar totally hammered when hr later or so my friend said holly kevin is here(bf at time) i go running from the kitchen trip over a snapple bottle so flying pete rose style down 3 steps into living and start crying my friend laughed at me but when she saw i was really hurt lol she of course felt bad well my bf comes in.. picks me up and my other guy friend on the other take me to my bed plop me down as then i hear everyone is partying downstairs and funny part my bf came up.. here hun take this passes me a joint( thinks this is be all and cure all of everything)
ending my lil story next day my ankle was size of a small baseball and lots of colors.. let this be a lesson to all lol |
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okay, i rememeber one...except i didnt fuck myself up..its the same story as to how i got oscar da grouch as my nickname
me and my friends were drinking at this baseball park, typical underage drinking thing...well, i thought it'd be a smart idea to climb ontop of the dugout, so i do..and my friend follows, i get bored of being up there, and start to climb down, near the ground i jump onto the top of a garbage can, the lid moves, i fall in, and it tips over...my friends were like "Dude..u look like oscar the grouch" |
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