One of my pals used to own a bar
I went in there drunk as a lord and wired to the tits one night, and for amusement purposes he gave me a pint of vodka and Red Bull.

I properly lost about five hours, woke up the next day with ripped knees in my jeans and bits of gravel and small cuts all over knees and hands. I didn't know where the fuck I was. Turns out I turned up at a mate's flat (almost opposite the bar), pretty much barged my way in the front door and went upstairs and got into his bed and fell fast asleep. When he tried to turf me out I nearly chinned him so he left me to it and slept on his sofa.

In short, I wouldn't recommend it.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 10:31, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

I think discouraging the gallon of liquor and kilo of illegals beforehand would be more apt.

( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 10:36, Reply)

But I'm always getting caned
and NEVER black out or sustain mystery injuries, normally.

I was actually a bit scared. To this day I have no idea what I was doing. Possibly breakdancing, would explain the cuts and bruises.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 10:38, Reply)

Same here!
In may, on a session, no chemical assistance. Head wound, broken teeth. WTF? Back on the niff the very next week, no more incidents.
(The Boy Monders I have ginger bits in my beard., Thu 26 Nov 2009, 10:48, Reply)