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CactusZack tells us: "I stopped dating a girl AFTER she got breast implants. For what reason I do not know, and I still kick myself for this." Tell us about inexplicable decisions that still haunt you.
( , Thu 23 Sep 2010, 11:58)
CactusZack tells us: "I stopped dating a girl AFTER she got breast implants. For what reason I do not know, and I still kick myself for this." Tell us about inexplicable decisions that still haunt you.
( , Thu 23 Sep 2010, 11:58)
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A drinking story.
Hazy lines back to when I was a yung lad sitting in a rugby club at a 21st no less. At this age I felt I was pretty much invincible and that the hangover was a myth of biblical proportions that adults made up like the one were touching yourself made you blind.
Feeling rather cocky and wanting to impress all the lovely older ladies I decided to have a few snake bites (cider, lager and blackcurrent) and then feeling slightly amazing one of every single drink and spirit at the bar.
I survived the night and stood waiting for our lift feeling rather sober with my friend and the girl whose father who would be driving us home. I bragged how after such copious amounts of alcohol I could still stand. At which point my mate gently pushed me and I decided to stand in a horizontal state for a few seconds.
Anywho's the girls father arrived in his BRAND NEW Mercedes (which was appropriate as he was a stiff lipped German WITH shaved head). My mate glanced nervously commenting on my less then rosy complexion. I smiled and soothed said friend saying I couldn't be better. Then the car started. I got 50 mtrs and decided we migth not make it to my home town. I got 100 and decided we might ask to get out and get a cab.
Anyway 200 metres and I puked all over said new car. Needless to say we were happily ejected from it's now putrid interior onto a hard shoulder. My mates dad picked us up but I was through barfing. At the gate I handed my mate the key to my house and 5 metres later was balling that I lost my key.
My mate handed me over to my mum and said sorry before running away. I was sat on the side of the bath so I could puke straight to toilet but ended up falling in an puking all over myself. For the next three days I found out that the hangover did exist and discovered that it's actually possible to poison yourself with alcohol.
( , Sun 26 Sep 2010, 14:21, 4 replies)
Hazy lines back to when I was a yung lad sitting in a rugby club at a 21st no less. At this age I felt I was pretty much invincible and that the hangover was a myth of biblical proportions that adults made up like the one were touching yourself made you blind.
Feeling rather cocky and wanting to impress all the lovely older ladies I decided to have a few snake bites (cider, lager and blackcurrent) and then feeling slightly amazing one of every single drink and spirit at the bar.
I survived the night and stood waiting for our lift feeling rather sober with my friend and the girl whose father who would be driving us home. I bragged how after such copious amounts of alcohol I could still stand. At which point my mate gently pushed me and I decided to stand in a horizontal state for a few seconds.
Anywho's the girls father arrived in his BRAND NEW Mercedes (which was appropriate as he was a stiff lipped German WITH shaved head). My mate glanced nervously commenting on my less then rosy complexion. I smiled and soothed said friend saying I couldn't be better. Then the car started. I got 50 mtrs and decided we migth not make it to my home town. I got 100 and decided we might ask to get out and get a cab.
Anyway 200 metres and I puked all over said new car. Needless to say we were happily ejected from it's now putrid interior onto a hard shoulder. My mates dad picked us up but I was through barfing. At the gate I handed my mate the key to my house and 5 metres later was balling that I lost my key.
My mate handed me over to my mum and said sorry before running away. I was sat on the side of the bath so I could puke straight to toilet but ended up falling in an puking all over myself. For the next three days I found out that the hangover did exist and discovered that it's actually possible to poison yourself with alcohol.
( , Sun 26 Sep 2010, 14:21, 4 replies)
I discovered that when I was 17.
Three day hangovers are not fun. I didn't suffer from hangovers before then.
( , Sun 26 Sep 2010, 17:22, closed)
Three day hangovers are not fun. I didn't suffer from hangovers before then.
( , Sun 26 Sep 2010, 17:22, closed)
Pretty much this.
I had my first hangover on the morning of my 18th birthday.
( , Mon 27 Sep 2010, 12:12, closed)
I had my first hangover on the morning of my 18th birthday.
( , Mon 27 Sep 2010, 12:12, closed)
Despite many heroic efforts I have never been able to replicate the 3 day Mankover but, did manage a "fall asleep at local bus-stop for whole day only to be picked up by parents who were on way back from work". Also there's the time I tried to drink my polish father in law under the table but I'm saving that for the "indestructible liver" QOTW.
( , Mon 27 Sep 2010, 13:20, closed)
"I decided to stand in a horizontal state for a few seconds"
I love this line.
( , Mon 27 Sep 2010, 12:13, closed)
I love this line.
( , Mon 27 Sep 2010, 12:13, closed)
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