What is the worst / most bizarre thing you've done while drunk?

used to be naughty girl :) wrote:

4. used to run home from the bars, about a mile or two full out with shoes in hand.

That reminds me of the time I got kicked out of the Steak 'N Shake with rojo and then walked 2 miles home barefoot only to realize that I left my house key in my car that I left in a parking garage. Call me a bitchy hypocrite, but there was no stripping involved and the hot tub was broken.

I have a friend that is a bit of an alcoholic. He already had one DUI under his belt. He got very drunk at a party one night and decided that he wanted to drive the 30 miles home. He fell asleep while driving home on 294 in Chicago and slammed into the center divider at about 3 am. Luckily no other cars were around. His car was pretty much totaled but he drove the rest of the way home.

He got to his neighborhood with his car barely running, ran over a stop sign on his street and got to his driveway and parked. The bad thing for his is that he was in his neighbors driveway. His car wouldn’t start so he ran into his house to see if his wife would come help but while doing that his neighbors called the police.

He saw the police coming up and asked his wife to say she was driving but she refused and he went out and confessed. Got his second DIU and was without a license for 6 months.

But he hasn’t given up and still gets drunk about 3-4 nights a week (he admits he is an alcoholic, and I refuse to drink when he is around)

college parrrtyyy wrote:

Had sex with my college roommate. Afterwards he could barely walk for several days.

I never hurt so good as I used to back then.

pissed in the punch at a party and stood watching people drink from it.

I got stranded in Cuba.

Ashore from a rusty old tanker, flying a Panamanian flag, I was well into my way to getting merry and a bit reckless in a local tavern, when I became aware that the most beautiful, desirable female I’d ever seen was leaning against the bar door, observing me.

I never did find out just how ’professional’ a prostitute she was, or even it that was her primary profession, but waving a wad of dollars has a positive effect on the majority of Cubans (and most others) and she was by my side in a flash.

Now at the back of my mind, I knew perfectly well that my ship was due to cast off in the early hours, but under the influence of drink and the fact that I was in Paradise - I couldn’t give a shit.

It was only as time went on - and my money running out! - I began to understand the implications of my actions.

Thanks to whoever lives in Cienfuegos, I was never denounced to the local authorities as an alien capitalist and the girl (I found out she was 18) didn’t make any great efforts to kick me out.

God - the body she had as well - just watching the naturally erotic movement of her body walking back to our place was enough to raise an erection.

God knows what would have eventually happened, but luckily for me a Norwegian freighter docked that was shorthanded and the skipper had no problem signing up someone with a first mates certificate as a deckhand.

Think he also found someone to play chess with helped as well.

With my pidgin Spanish and her pidgin English, she seemed to get the impression I was taking her with me!

It was worth a few extra free shags.

Hell, I’d have married the girl in a flash had I met her anywhere else.

Curse you Castro!

I was against alcohol until I read this thread.

Wow..........I can't think about all the stupid shit I've done drunk. What's the song say? "We drink for the stories we tell."

Most recently: Stole my friend and boat neighbor's moped, and drove it through the zoo (not directly) to Stanley's on a Sunday night (you know what i'm talkin' about!). Came out hammered, from what i hear, and stuck my hand up a girls skirt while she was asking me not to drive the moped home. Got on moped (1981 Honda Hobbit) and proceeded to drive the moped into a tree................directly in front of a cop.

Cop: "You alright?"

Me: "Sssssssssuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrre."

Cop: "You know your head's bleeding?"

Me: "No man, i'm fine........oh shit is that blood?"

Proceeded to 'yes sir, no sir' and mention some boys in blue that I know. Finally he radioed an ambulance that came and picked me up and took me 2 blocks to the hospital. MRI was negative. Went back the next morning and couldn't find the moped. None of the city pounds had it. Assuming it's scrap now. Sorry Chuck.

stole a microwave from someone's garage. I was very confused in the morning as to why I had done this, and carried it a good half mile home (potentially being seen by lots of people). Particularly as I already own a microwave, which I use once a fortnight at most

txRUNNERgirl wrote:

That reminds me of the time I got kicked out of the Steak 'N Shake with rojo and then walked 2 miles home barefoot only to realize that I left my house key in my car that I left in a parking garage. Call me a bitchy hypocrite, but there was no stripping involved and the hot tub was broken.[/quote]

Gadzooks! You're outta control!

I just knocked Melanie up - and left her with some red balloons

i masturbated in front of a crowd at a party and shot at this blondes face. the boyfriend tried to attack me, but i got a bat out from my trunk (always kept one in the trunk) and busted his face up. afterwards, everyone started rushing at me, so i got in my car and hauled ass.

Tim has got some red balloons too and finally the baby!!

What a great thread I just found it again! So anyway, hopefully this will bring it to the top get it started up again.

My friends and I would always get drunk, walk to a golf course and hit range balls off the tea box at about 2 in the morning. This one particular time I was waaay drunker than usual and was blacked out by the time we got there. I was in an angry drunk mode for some reason, which usually doesn't happen to me. But anyway, they tell I kept drinking while there, tried to happy gilmore several golf balls, talked mad shit about everything to the point where they started to hate me. I then oscillated between trying to fight them and running around like an idiot, at which point I ran around and fell in a water hazard. I then proceeded to sprint around the golf course hiding them and soaking wet until I finally lost them. I guess they decided I was an idiot and they didn't need to locate me because they wandered back to the house, but I woke up the next day soaking wet and freezing cold in the middle of the woods clutching a 3 wood.

walked down to the end of a bowling lane, slipping and falling numerous times during the last frame, knocked down all the pins(laying on my stomach)then getting up and walking all the way back to the front of the lane, slipping and looking up at the manager standing over me who says"r u done now" me replying "no man i just got a strike"! They informed me the police was called and my friends had to pick me up and rush me out the door!!!

Most of my stories are back from my college days... Once, many years ago, when I first started drinking (I was around 20), there was a party going one night and i was waiting for this girl I had a thing for to show up. While I waited, I downed beer after beer. By the time she showed up, I was laying on a bed in that very bad place - waiting to puke. apparently, she jumped on me and tried to stir me by kissing me etc etc (who knows where her hands went - I was D-Runk). Being sick, I eventually said "GET THE F*CK OFF ME!", fortunately she knew I was really drunk and laughed it off. I got to hear the story the next day (before then, she had never show any sort of "affection" for me, so i was pissed to find out i missed out on any "fun"). Lucky for me that wasn't an end point - years later we got married and she still gives me crap for it.

Again in my college years - did a beer mile, cops showed up near the tail end of it. with the evidence literally all over the place, we all scattered and spent about 30 minutes scrambling from house to house - ducking for cover back to dorms. the cops patroled back and forth, waiting to catch any of us. fortunately we were stealth... (haha)

TXrunnergirl - I've too have enjoyed the pure sensation of sprinting home, drunk, without shoes, and making an idiot of myself at 3am. home was about 1 mile and half away, and to this day, my drunken-barefoot race home PR stands just under 9 minutes.

two years ago, a friend of mine and I ran a local 10k road race that started in front of our favorite bar (on st paddys day). we decided to take a few shots right before the gun then head to the starting line and rip it. strangely enough i felt great, until mile 5 when the green shots wanted to come out again. i swallowed it back down and finished 2nd that day.

Was in France to do a race but got bored the night before and went to a bar. It had an advert for a nightclub in the next town.

Was hitching back from the night club. This vw van pulls up and the driver says 'I am zee dj are you coming to another club'

It was a bit of a drive because the other club was in a different country - Belgium!

Spent all next day hitching back and missed the race

Coming from a party near my home I was walking on the road. A car came along and a friend pulled me off the road so I wouldn't get hit by the car. Apparently, I wasn't happy with that. So I knocked him against a garbage container (luckily, he didn't get hurt seriously). Then I just ran away.

At least that is what I was told after the weekend. I woke up next morning and didn't remember anything.

Anymore stories out there?

Well, the people who've died (and the others they killed) probably had great stories, but I suppose we'll never know...

Drunks are @ssholes. Not cute, not clever, not funny, just @ssholes.