I have never been first to post...Score one for me...

My worst drunk story is when I may or may have not been under age and I drank way too many margaritas and threw up all over my new jacket and then my friends literally threw me into my parents house. All in all it was a fun night...

 KATE AND JULIE!! Yay I'm so excited for another vlog!! I love you guys!!

Well...I don't drink so no drunken stories for me!! I guess I'm boring that way. And now I'm off to work (otherwise refered to as HELL)

p.s. Kate farting is HOT lol

let's just say you should never make daiquiris when you're already drunk and then three or four drinks later try and make it to a loft bed.

it wasn't so much the problem of getting into bed as it was trying to get down the ladder when you get that sudden urge to hurl. ew. 

oh college.  

I woke up in my living room with a condom in my bed and a completely different shirt  on.  best part is the fact that I moved my mattress into the living room at 3 in the morning, because if youre gonna pass out on your living room floor you should at least be comfortable.  thankfully one of us brought a camera so there are lots of pictures of me just drinking glass after glass of straight vodka in the bathroom because we're thrifty and just brought the bottle to the bar.  apparently there was a band there I dont remember most of the night but I am proud of these 4 facts

1.  contrary to the evidence in the bed I did NOT bring a stranger home
2.  I made sure to lock my front door, safety first ladies
3.  from what Ive been told I was very discrete when I peed on the street.  because Im a lady.
4.  when drunk all that watching of Americas Next Top Model really pays off when being escorted off the stage by security in the pictures we looked fierce.

I must say, my friends and I know how to have a good time, so there may be a few too many good stories to post here.

Let's just say there are some pretty cool bars around Columbia/Barnard (where I grew up) and I've been known to do some....interesting things on pool tables.

Great vlog girls! Hope you had fun at Dinah! 

Nobody objects to a woman being a good writer or sculptor or geneticist if at the same time she manages to be a good wife, good mother, good-looking, good-tempered, well-groomed, and unaggressive. - Leslie M. McIntyre

Another great VLOG.  I see that boat has mystical qualities....it keeps pulling you back in!

Hmmm Love Boat....Julie??  Were you THE Cruise Director???

You know, it may not have been the drinks Kate...it could be the dreaded Noro virus that gets people on boats.  Once you licked that pole...it was all ovah!

I personally never drank to vomiting stage altho I have kissed strangers over tables and conversed badly in a foreign language, made it to bed and had the room spinning so much I had to hold on for dear life...does that count?

My fave sketches of all time are Facts of Life and Fitzwilliam and Super Liza!

cause I'm 20 

The only bad drunken/other story I have was when I did a little two much stuff one night at a party...we were letting go because we had been at a friends funeral that morning (which sounds disrespectful, but at the time it wasn't.) So we were letting ourselves just go and I blacked out.  Then next day my friend told me that I had sex with my best friend...In front of everyone .  That's it...nothing crazy really, but I still have years to go.

I will however not do drugs or drink to the point of blackout...I realize I like to be aware and in control of what I do.

Ok, so I have both a cruise story (which involves being drunk) and two great drunken stories.

 First, the cruise:  I went on a 7 day cruise to the Mexican Riviera out of LA and the first two days were at sea.  Well this left my friend and I to do nothing but drink for two days (starting with the 2 bottles of vodka I had smuggled aboard) beginning at about 10am each day.  We handled that ok at first because the sea was not too rough.  On the way back up to LA, another 2 days at sea, with rough seas, and more drinking.  Well, let me tell you that I have never felt so sick before in my life!  I was sweating, headache, felt like i was gonna explode from both ends.  I actually never got sick sick, but I felt like s**t for days after I got home, both because of the drinking but also because I too missed the boat and her gentle (and rough) rocking.

Drunken Stories:  1)  In high school, I was a big jock, and my junior year I managed to have the crappiest game ever and we lost the semifinals of city when we should have won the whole thing.  Needless to say I was distraught.  I proceeded to drink a half a handle of tequilla in about 10 mins.  I then realized I was hungry and went to jack in the box and got a teriyaki rice bowl.  Note: NEVER eat rice when you are drinking heavily.  Anyway, lets just say that I don't remember much, except being in the middle of a sentence and just projectile vomiting rice out on my friend's driveway.  I blacked out again and the next memory I have is crawling out of the basement bed I was lying on, up to the bathroom and vomiting more in the toliet (and some surronding areas) and falling asleep with my head on the cool tile floor.  Not a shining moment, but a few years later I was able to regain my taste and love for tequilla!

2)  In college, sophomore year, my roommate and i and our friends had a party in our room before a dance.  I wasn't going to the dance, but was partying up with the pals.  Well, I had a ton and after they left to go dance, I tried to clean up all the bottles in the room (because I am a recycling freak!).  Well, lo and behold, I could not walk down the hall in a straight line.  I had to use the wall to hold me up.  I somehow made it back to my room and literally just flung myself onto my bed (the bottom bunk).  I pass out and later wake up to the sounds of my roommate crying and flinging herself onto her bed (the top bunk).  I hear the voice of one of our friends asking me to help calm her down.  It was at this point that I realize I cannot move!  All I can do is say "Um, I am too drunk to move....roomie are you ok?"  She was crying hysterically, and drunk, and my friend said we made the most pathetic pair.  The next day we laughed our asses off trying to picture how we looked.  Still makes me giggle today.

 Anyway, enough rambling.  Thanks for the vlog and the BGSS!

hmmm…my worst drunk story – was probably a few years ago when i was 14 (yeah, i was actually that young...but i guess in germany that´s nothing special, as sad as it isO.o) and got really drunk at my friend´s house...her parents were already sleeping when i went downstairs to use the bathroom...unfortunately i failed at differentiating between door and wall and ran into a VERY expensive barometer, which –of course- fell down and broke to pieces...needless to say that there was an earsplitting noise and her parents woke up but fortunately didn´t notice the cause of it...after throwing up the next morning i left at 6 a.m. when noone was awake yet...i never saw her parents again since that day xD
well, there´s also a good side of the whole story though - that evening was the first time ever i kissed another girl (who was also a tiny little bit drunk, yes^^;)....and i stay away from alcohol since that.

keep the awesomeness, i love your vlog ;)

caro

Give it up for Julie showin' some skin!!! *applaud*

Oh, so many to choose from. It’s really hard to describe the many drunken nights that I’ve had. Most of them were in high school (drinking age in Israel is 18!!!), and I do remember humping a tree one time (I was 15; it’s a very confusing time).

My favorite drunk story has to be the time (after a really great night of dancing and a little over-drinking), my friend hailed a car down to help us get home (I was asleep on the sidewalk, and was not going to move any further), and the next day I find out it was the police that gave us a ride (it was in a little town in Alaska, there are only about 4 cops, and they definitely remembered me after that night).

Even better was when I decided that it was a good idea to climb up onto a stool that I put on a chair, which was on a running drier, just so I could reach a bridge that lead to the attic of the building. Needless to say I came tumbling down, and my ass still hurts from that fall.

Through the whole vlog I was noticing that Julie's shirt was open a lot lower than usual, and although the dialogue was hilarious I couldn't stop staring until I caught some cleave and that 's about the time she realized it was open.  My ex always said I was a pig. I'm beginning to understand what she was talking about.  But Kate I'm feeling you on the drinking and forgetting, in my younger days I had quite a few of those nights.  I have no desire to repeat those, so yes girl please stick to the two drinks.

After a cruise around the Caribbean, my friends and I adopted a "don't ask, don't tell/whatever happens on the boat stays on the boat" policy regarding the trip. Everything and anything that happened on the cruise was to stay there..Cruises can be rough! I'm glad you both made it out in one piece! 

 I've got some drinking stories that are pretty bad, but one activity that I still can't remember how I ever managed to do was during football season in college. We would all start drinking at like 9am on Saturday and not end until well into the night. You would go to sleep and suddenly it would be Monday. 

The boat called me and asked me to ask you why you haven't returned its calls and text messages. I think it might have been crying a little.  It sounded kind of desperate, so please return its calls because I sure as hell don't want to be the communications middleman in your drama ladies!

; )

If I had any working unfried brain cells left, I would be able to remember a drunken story, but alas, it is not to be.  ; )

Looking forward to all the new celesbian interviews!

Always trying to interfere and keep you away from us...you bastard boat is right Julie {invisible ink} where do I sign up for one of those {end ink}.  Awww, sweet Kate they really should have kept a closer eye on you in your {only 3 gin and tonics?  Really?!} drunken state.  Lettin' you wander around licking strange poles on the sex boat the love boat. *snigger*  Best worst drunk story...hmm...let's just say Jose Cuervo you ain't no friend of mine and Coyote Ugly is not nearly as fun and beautiful in real life as it was portrayed in the movie. =o

Woohoo.... Kate and Julie are back! ....don't worry Kate, we eventually have drunken sick nights.... it's happens

I would have to say my WORSE drunken sick night would have to be my 21st birthday....Me and My friend's birthdays are only a week apart so we decided to celebrate them together....so we got a whole bunch of people together and went bowling (lol)...let's just say it was the most interesting bowling games EVER.... we started off drinking beer (not a huge fan of beer really but hey they were only a quarter a beer, so what the hell) and then people were buying us tequila shots and then vodka shots and then more tequila shots and then we went back to beer.....I literally crawled into my house and passed out on my living room floor and then woke up at 6 am and started dry heaving...well about 15 min of that I finally threw up (it was so fun cleaning that up)... But the worse part was I had to get up in the morning and drive 3 hrs away, to go have lunch with my parents....I thought I was going to die!

So the lesson of this story is don't EVER mix Vodka and Tequila...get's ya sick everytime (of course, like an idiot, in the next few years I eventually proved that mixing Vodka and Tequila gets you sick, again again and again.....DOOOT!)

lovin' it. you two are hilarious! 

my very first time getting drunk, i think i was 16? somewhere around there. i did so many shots i lost count. then i stumbled down some stairs, spray painted some walls, and went on a hike. the hike didnt go so well since i couldnt stand up on my own, and kept falling down onto my face after getting picked up(i have a permanent scar on my cheek from where i consistently hit the ground every minute or more for a half an hour or so). someone called the police, i got a ride to the hospital in the back of their car, and thats where i woke up, with an IV in my arm. ah whiskey.. it's a love-hate relationship.

I have a worst UNdrunk story...

I decited to be the designated driver because the usual DD wanted to get drunk for the FIRST time. He’s only a couple of beers kinda guy... So it was me 2 guys and another chick. The chick just got her wisdom teeth out a couple days before and had taken a few pills to ease that pain. Don't know why she wasn't the driver. The other guy, is just a drunk! He is usually my drink for drink drinking buddy! and we tent to just get slamed!

So they are pounding down the drinks all night and around 1:30 the usual DD excuse himself and goes to the bathroom. He’s gone for 15 minutes so I get the other guy to check on him. He comes back saying he’s on the floor hugging the toilet. At this point the bartenders are yelling last call. So I went into the men’s room to pull him out. We got him out somehow and I get the car and we were off.

About half way home the chick says she has to pee and cannot wait. So I pull over and let her out. By the time she got back to the car she wasn’t feeling good and started to vomit. That went on for 30 + minutes during which I had one in the car past out and a drunk just causing havoc! He said he had to pee, then gets mad at a small tree because it hit him so he started to beet it up and pull it out of the ground throwing it into the road proclaiming “IT HAS TO DIE”! So I’m running around wresting him from the street, helping the chick, and checking on the passed out guy...

Right in the middle of all that a police car comes by and asked us a bunch of questions. I told him that I was the designated driver. And at first he didn't seam to beleave me but afer a few more questions he asked if we needed anything to help. I said no and he want on his way. The cop somehow calmed the drunk down enough to get him back in the car and the chick started feeling better so I rushed us all home. And was thankfull that it was all over!

The next day I told them all I will NEVER be there designated driver again!

~~SHORTY T~~

One of my many drunken nights when i was younger was the usual Friday night with the gang down at the local, my parents were away on holiday. So at last orders it felt like a good idea to invite a few mates back to mine. When we got back a mate decieded skinny dipping would be a good idea in the newly made pond (no fish or plants etc). So i ran and got the towels, it's the first thing that came to mind even when steamin', four of us got ready and at the time of jumping in there were only four people on the back step, when i turned around once jumping out a crowd of twenty had gathered a lot more than twenty showed up. Word had got out. I didn't mind i was wrecked. So folk came inside and drank my parents booze. Folk were turned away and a fight broke out because of it. (My sister later pointed out that the folk turned away were actually the sensible nice folk and her mates). Fortunately no-one was sick on the new carpet, but stains were left and dirty hand prints were found all over the walls. Someone climbed out the downstairs toilet window leaving it locked from inside, bonus. When my sister arrived at 3am i broke down in tears, mainly due to the alcohol and lack of sleep but i think the folks and my sister went easier on me because of it.

I possibly vomited at some point.

Great vlog as ever, quality choice of tune for the mobile. How could the boat refuse you after licking it, i'm sure it was done very seductively.

 So when is TBGSS arriving in the UK? I'd buy it on itunes but alas it is not there. And is there any danger of LOGO coming to the UK any time soon? 

i have had a lot of excellent drunken times..and a lot of not so fun drunken times. one my friends still talk about is when i was pre-21 and drank at least 6 consecutive shots of crown royal before we went out since i wouldn't be able to drink whilst out. needless to say, by the time the alcohol fully took over my system i was no longer aware of who i was nor what dimension i was in. i spent the whole night looking for my driver's license on the floor of the bar.. sadly, my license was on my kitchen counter top the whole time. i remember going to my room then waking up, what i thought was, 5 minutes later which was weird because my friends walked in the door as i woke up. they had been to 3 other bars during my "5" minute nap.

then there was the time i drank almost a whole bottle of the nastiness that is goldschlager (while smoking a well known plant). i thought i was gonna die. all i wanted was to be dropped off at the hospital, for reals. no questions, just dump me at the emergency room door and i could take care of the rest. but instead, my friends went to get some fast food and i threw up from the car in the drive-thru line. ahh...memories...

A few years ago my friends threw a kick-ass Halloween party with a huge assortment of alcoholic beverages. Partway through the night, someone decided it would be a good idea to make a "witch's brew" of hard liquor consisting of whatever they could grab. They then wandered through the party giving shots to people in these little plastic skulls to promptly chug. The skulls were about 3 shots so in addition to the beer I was drinking, every so often I would pound 3 shots of straight mixed liquor.

As the party wound down, those of us left were sitting in the living room eating candy. At some point, I started feeling really sick but was so drunk that I could get my legs to work to get up. So I mumbled something to my friend about a bowl to through up in. He hands me a bowl, I do my business and I promptly pass out on the couch.

The next morning when my girlfriend I were driving home, I had the onset of what was the worst hangover of my life. It was about a 20 minute drive to our house, and I threw up at 2 stoplights, a church parking lot, and the bushes outside our house. I then promptly threw up anything that I could put in my stomach (including water) until 8 pm the next day. Not my finest hour.

The same morning my friend came into the party kitchen looking for something to eat and got excited when he saw the candy bowl. Unfortunatly, the candy bowl was the receptacle that I had thrown up in. My friend had thought I had asked her for the candy bowl to eat some candy. How no one noticed I threw up in it is beyond me. He said it looked like i literally ate all the candy with the wrappers on and then thrown it up again.

The next year for Halloween, I went as a candy bowl with a sign taped to my chest that said "no hurling". It got rave reviews but I steered clear of the plastic skulls.

Let me start by saying my parents own a cute little cafe where we serve breakfast and lunch where I worked and I had a second job where I waited tables at a local pub at night.  After working a Saturday night shift at the pub my friends and I had the brilliant idea of going bar hopping.  After hitting two bars after work we headed back to the pub we worked at right before closing where we continued to stay drinking beer until 4 am.  After going home and crashing for 2 hours of sleep which did nothing at all for me I went to work at my parents cafe at 7 am.  The other waitress that was supposed to work with me that morning called out sick.  Somehow I managed to work the entire dining room still drunk off my ass, all by myself WITHOUT my parents knowing I was obliterated!  I will NEVER go bar hopping again.

Kate, you scarily remind me of my first gf who broke my heart.  Except a funnier, kinder, sweeter, less psychotic version of her.  I must confess I think I might have a mildly unhealthy infatuation with you.  <3

ok i cant believe im telling u this bc i still kinda have residual nightmares about it. lol

My friend and i had gone out clubbing one night and then after many drinks, went back to her parents house, as i was spending the night. I have this thing bout needing to take showers before bed, so i proceded stumbling down the hall into the bathroom.I had been to her house many times so felt somewhat familar with my surroundings. After my shower i put my pjs on(inside out) and went and got into bed.

Morning time around 5 am i was awoken by a  deafening scream, i awaken to realize i had gotten into my friends parents bed with them and had slept there all night.Her mom and dad took it pretty well and joked about it for a longggggg time: I was mortified,and earned a few long lasting nicknames from it.::Shivers::

 -My favorite sketch this season would have to be the barbara bush ~ pearl necklace-would love to see a first ladys survivor parady...

 Question-Do you each have any nicknames and if so how did they come to be?

Ah so many drunken stories in my short time of being legal to drink and a few while illegal but shh! Most have happened since I started college. For instance at my friends 19th I was so drunk I passed out on a toilet in a club and woke up to find a security guard grabbing my ass through the bottom part of the door where I somehow ended up. I get very friendly when I'm drunk too and start hi-5ing random people. Did something similar to Julie except I jumped out a window and not onto people! lol. Went swimming in my clothes last year when drunk. And the most recent story which I cant recall is when I went dancing with my best friend, he picked me up, spun me around and put me back down and apparently I had no clue where I was after that! haha! Oh and how could I forget my famous pole dancing! lol

Oh and my personal favourite, trying to find the handle of my bedroom door while drunk, in the dark and the mother was watching angrily. Fun!!

Ah good times and good vlog! 

The one and only Jenny- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7oyOZ9iNDc

So I had a few jello-shooters, and pomegranate martini's and decided it would be fun to wrestle with my friend. So we went at it and it was all fun till I decided to pick her up and throw her on the coach. Well I grabbed her and jumped in the air (it all went so fast I really dont remember it, and the alcohol probably doesnt help) and while in the air/going for the coach I tripped on a pillow, yes a pillow, and both our weight landed solely on my big toe and I heard a pop! Even being intoxicated I felt a burning, throbbing, pain singe through my foot. I dropped her and started laughing/crying, you know when the situation is funny so you are laughing at yourself, but you are crying because you are in pain..that feeling. So Im laugh/crying trying to tell her and bystanders that I think I have broken my toe. They just laugh and keep on. In the end I ended up breaking my toe on New Years because of jello-shooters and the brillant idea of wrestling. I think this should go under dont try this at home kids ;)

 Just one quick thing- oh Julie,....WHY DID YOU CLOSE YOUR SHIRT?!   IT WAS GREAT.  NOT that I was leering/looking... I wasn't. ...( but if I was... y.u.m.)  (( Oh god! When did I become that girl??  You know what, I don't care!  You're hot Julie.  Deal with it.)) 

Drunk story-I am a HUGE lightweight- first I weigh a buck ten so a sniff of a beer gets me drunk and second I don't really like the taste of booze unless it's super sugary and tastes like kool-aid.  It gets me so drunk so fast that I bypass 'fun' and go straight to vomit.  All my friends know this and when we go out, everyone has beer, I get juice- works great.

One night we were with a friend of ours who didn't know about my aversion to all things alky and kept pushing me and pushing me to have a drink.  So I finally I gave in, mostly to shut him up but ended up being convinced to have to have a second drink. very. bad. idea. 

Because 15 minutes later at the club, wasted out of my mind, I hit on a our gay boy's date, wouldn't stop licking (!) my girlfriends shoulder and fell into a wall while talking to three gay guys that apparently I thought were lesbians. Luckily it all happened in the span of about 30 minutes so it wasn't too bad.  

I barely remember any of this ( I sort of remember licking her shoulder-they ARE nice, but oy!) My gf swears that it is all true and thinks its f-ing hysterical.  She also claims that she had to keep pushing me back into my seat  on the drive home, cause I kept trying to kiss her in the middle of traffic.   But she was great, somehow got me into my four story walk up, poured me into bed and even woke me with a hangover drink the next morning with some very loud ice.  The club was a gay boys bar but I still can't bring myself to go back yet...

Those two ladies kill me.

~A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.

So I too sat and watch the slow opening of the....yeah I was kinda wondering what happened on the "boat" to bring out such unusual freedom.

Were we set up? Was it a publicity stunt to see how many lesbians will come back to see the slow undressing of Julie? Hee Hee...hard to believe that Julie has gone the way of Paris...flashing everyone!

great vlog...hope Dinah was great!

Alright, my 21st was the worst drinking night I have ever had.  Ironically I remember all of it.  My friends started me off at one bar where I had 2 Long Island Ice Teas and a shot of tequila (I hate that crap now), and I think a shot of peppermint schnapps.  Then we hit the next bar and I had a Smirnoff Ice, two rum and cokes, and then proceeded to play flip cup with Yeungling (sp?) so probably had about 2-3 beers.  Apparently I'm pretty good at flip cup when I'm drunk. 

We left the second bar and started to head back to our dorm when my friends decided to stop at a third bar.  I protested claiming I'd had enought to drink for the night (at that point my world was spinning).  My friends, already to the door of the other bar, convinced me to follow.  I had started walking down the street before they convinced me, so deciding to follow them entailed my turning around.  In the midst of my turn the ground somehow got in my way.  Yes, I fell down.  In my defense I was on a slight incline, could have happened to anyone.  I guess I stared at the ground confused for a minute becuase my friends were laughing at me and told me to get up.  Funny, none of them came to help me get back on my feet.  Thanks guys. 

I didn't actually drink anything at the third bar and 20mins later we left.  We got back to the dorms and my roommate was already back in our room.  She took one look at me and laughed.  She then proceeded to get me water and pretzels.  I sat down at my computer IMing a friend and trying to "think" my way out of being drunk.  Yes, I was absolutely convinced that if I just thought hard enough I'd sober up.  I managed to get changed and drink some water, then I proceeded to lay down on my bed.  The world really started to spin and so I asked my roommate to put our trashcan next to my bed.  This part I don't remember, but have picture proof of.  Apparently, when my roommate put the trashcan next to the bed I rolled over, grabbed it, hugged it, and proceeded to fall asleep with it.  She took a picture.  Nice.  I think I threw up 3 times during the night.  Better yet, it was a Thursday night.  I got into bed around midnight, and then had to get up at 6am to go to my classes for the day.  My four morning classes were the longest hours of my life.  I wanted to die.  No headache, just a violent urge to vomit.  I don't know how I made it through that day.

so... the first time I got drunk (by way of whiskey shots) me and my friends decided to be gymnasts... and we were doing handstands (sort of) but mainly a lot of jumping into things and falling. I don't remember this (but thanks to someones video phone), I know that someone decided to give me a lap dance... while I was asleep on the floor, so it wasn't so much a LAP dance as it was a face dance... and I woke up and freaked out, cuz the girl had these shorts on that had glow-in-the-dark eyes on the butt and I jumped up and started screaming for Spiderman to save me because the Goblin was going to get me... and then I ran into the bathroom and threw up quite a bit.

I went on a cruise from Ft. Lauderdale, FL to the Bahamas with my family a few years ago... got a little sea sick and one of the chefs reccomended sniffing a lemon wedge, so I walked around the rest of the cruise with a lemon under my nose (so hot, right?)...

btw- I have an uber celeb-crush on Kate!

my puking storey.

Well I got invited to a HOOTER SHOOTER party...didn't really consider the trouble I was in for right from the name of it...yeah so a whole evening of shooter after shooter and I was sick...couldn't get in the bathroom...opted for the kitchen sink right near the bathroom door...but couldn't pull the plug out in time, yep it was full of dishes and water...and now a little something extra...I am not sure who had the joy of pulling the plug...wasn't me I don't think

We decided to play drinking games.  The entire time I told them I was going to get wasted.  After a lot of trash talking and trashing the living room.  One of my roomies pinned me down to the ground until I "got under control".  A friend came over and wanted to take me to the hospital (that didn't happen).  After periods of blacking out and fighting my roomie that was pinning me down, I calmed down.  One of my friends had to take my contacts out of my eyes.   I was crawling around the apartment, deciding if I was going to be sick.  Oh, I got sick, at the exact moment my male friend was peeing.  So while he was peeing, I was throwing up in the same toilet.  Some how, he missed my head completely.  Shortly after that I was put to bed. 

 Great times in the old apartment.

Alot of alcohol induced stupidness too many really but what you gunna do? Like having too much cider throwing up then passing out under a sink losing my shoes and having to walk  four miles home in just my socks not cool! Or thinking its a great idea to steal a bike then ride it down the highstreet realise it has no breaks then have to leap of it before going into a busy road it was funny maybe dangerous. or  first time in a pub underage of course drinking two drinks at a time all night(which is stupid and expensive) then moving onto shots, then on the way home iw as convinved the only wy i could move wa sif i did this ridiculous jog type thing then i got home and threw up out of my bedroom window .Or deciding when i got my jeans dirty it was a much better idea just to go round in my underwear? I'm not  im not sure i should go on having this many stories is embarassing lol  what can i say im english drinkings what we do and we do it well!

 But that's not to say I haven't made an ass of myself. One night a friend and I went out to a bar a friend of hers tended bar at. I made the mistake of drinking long islands, and the second mistake of having her get the drinks. I had 4 very strong drinks, and when we were leaving I slipped on ice and fell forward without even bothering to put my hands out to save my poor face. I have a scar above my lip and the bridge of my nose where my glasses cut my face to remind me "no mixed drinks! especiall if they're made by a sleeze ball bartender who wants to get your friend drunk so he can sleep with her". It wasn't that long ago, so hopefully my adorable face isn't scarred for life.

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"There is homophobia in every corner and pocket of this world, but at the core ... you just love someone and want to make mixtapes for them" -Sara Quin

I was in the Navy in 1992, stationed in Memphis.  What's Memphis without a trip (or 12) to Beale St.??  If you've never had a "diver down" bucket from Pat O'Briens, consider this before drinking one...it's whatever drink you want served in an enormous, 60 ounce bucket with however many straws you want.  Being intelligent young sailors, we chose Long Island Tea.  

My friend Melinda and I finished the entire thing.  O.M.G.  Thank goodness we had 3 responsible, chivalrous gentlemen with us (I was out, but hey, it was before don't ask, don't tell) who took us, barfing down every alley along the way, back to our barracks.  

I had the top bunk.  I didn't quite make it to the bathroom and threw up over the side.  She slept through that part but boy, was she pissed off in the morning.  All these many years later, we're still friends and she married one of the guys who helped us out.  :)

I was 17... My gf broke up with me and.... well, long story short, me and my friends had sooo much vodka that they had to take me to the hospital for glicosis... and I almost went into an alcoholic coma!!! 
And I'm never drinking vodka again, thats for sure!!! Just beer... like a real dyke lol
But seriously... it was horrible.. The b**ch wasn't even worth an alcoholic coma hahaha just kidding (no, seriously, shes a bitch) :P

lol

Ps. I'm about to watch this again just to count how many times you guys say boat!

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I have this friend...

Well, one time she got drunk while she was in high school and decided to egg someone's house in the middle of winter with a few friends. The eggs had been sitting in her car for awhile and they froze solid (very cold winters in Wisconsin). When they threw them at the house, one of the girls accidentally threw one through a window.

Obviously their next move was to book it down the street. Apparently my friend drank a few too many beers and really had to pee, but didn't dare stop running/stumbling to safety. So it came out a-streamin' and froze to her jeans.

Funny story. Too bad I was at home studying and doing chores so I couldn't witness it *ahem*

I was @ the beach with my friends, after a night of drunken debauchery i somehow ended up in a SAND DUNE ?! must've been a nice one... was later found by some friends who tried to get me to come back to our guys' house for atleast 30 minutes.. i remember bits and pieces and saying "@$#T% if i move i WILL throw up.." and hearing the always delightful response, "umm sweetie i think it's a little too late for that.."

woke up the next morning in a tiny ass bed with my friend (no worries) and noticed that my tube top (never a good idea) was now more of a mini skirt. great.

to top it off, i stole a ridic. small bicycle w/ barbie streamers from the house and rode back to mine in a rather wobbly fashion... imagine the walk of shame X 10 as you pass vans full of families looking like ass, with a purse falling off your shoulder as you try to stear the damn thing and discovering a pasty texture in your hair..

you gotta love the morning after stories.