Utterly Drunk
Now is your chance to warn others of the dangers of drinking to excess. On the other hand, what hilarious japes did you get up to while shitfaced?
Thanks to Battered for the suggestion
( , Thu 14 Feb 2013, 11:55)
Now is your chance to warn others of the dangers of drinking to excess. On the other hand, what hilarious japes did you get up to while shitfaced?
Thanks to Battered for the suggestion
( , Thu 14 Feb 2013, 11:55)
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I was 14, and my sister as barmaid got me a job as pot boy in our local, and very rural Somerset pub.
One evening a lad who knew my sister (settle down) appeared at the doorway on crutches. He'd joined the army, and been invalidid out for a few weeks after screwing up a parachute jump.
"Is that young master Vagabond I see there?" he asked, "You must be what? 14? 15 now? I think it's time you learned to drink, lad!" he said.
Thus as my shift was over, snakebites and black were ordered, and consumed. Very nice they were too.
Five pints later, my skinny frame floated out the door, and, finding the drain, spewed deeply and heavily into it; the relief of emptying my poor guts something of an almost biblical release, and my sister proceeded to guide my staggering young form back home, where I immediately passed out.
My shift the next day started at 8am, and oh dear gods up above and the fishes in the ocean - I was not on form.
A hangover, I was soon to learn, is no excuse for not going to work, and so it was that I found myself standing outside on a bitterly cold morning, alternately shivering and sweating, washing an enormous pile of frozen purple puke off the white wall of the pub, about three meters away from the drain, using boiling water to melt it and an old rag to wipe.
Mmm ... smells like rotten apples ...
tl;dr as a teenager I got pissed and threw up.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 11:40, 4 replies)
One evening a lad who knew my sister (settle down) appeared at the doorway on crutches. He'd joined the army, and been invalidid out for a few weeks after screwing up a parachute jump.
"Is that young master Vagabond I see there?" he asked, "You must be what? 14? 15 now? I think it's time you learned to drink, lad!" he said.
Thus as my shift was over, snakebites and black were ordered, and consumed. Very nice they were too.
Five pints later, my skinny frame floated out the door, and, finding the drain, spewed deeply and heavily into it; the relief of emptying my poor guts something of an almost biblical release, and my sister proceeded to guide my staggering young form back home, where I immediately passed out.
My shift the next day started at 8am, and oh dear gods up above and the fishes in the ocean - I was not on form.
A hangover, I was soon to learn, is no excuse for not going to work, and so it was that I found myself standing outside on a bitterly cold morning, alternately shivering and sweating, washing an enormous pile of frozen purple puke off the white wall of the pub, about three meters away from the drain, using boiling water to melt it and an old rag to wipe.
Mmm ... smells like rotten apples ...
tl;dr as a teenager I got pissed and threw up.
( , Tue 19 Feb 2013, 11:40, 4 replies)
Basically, yes. You see
as a teenager, I got pissed.
And threw up.
( , Wed 20 Feb 2013, 10:48, closed)
as a teenager, I got pissed.
And threw up.
( , Wed 20 Feb 2013, 10:48, closed)
Leave the man alone.
I believe all he's trying to do is tell a story about the time when he was a teenager that he got pissed. And then threw up.
( , Wed 20 Feb 2013, 20:21, closed)
I believe all he's trying to do is tell a story about the time when he was a teenager that he got pissed. And then threw up.
( , Wed 20 Feb 2013, 20:21, closed)
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