Natural Selection
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Share your favorite wasted stories...
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Natural Selection
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I personally loved "Last Call With Raven and Sandman" Full of great stories.
A11oftheLights
Getting Noticed By Management
I have two stories
I once slept out the front of Big W, a retail store
and
In a mixture of tiredness and alcohol at a house party i decided to sleep about 10 metres away from the piss area of the backyard.
I once slept out the front of Big W, a retail store
and
In a mixture of tiredness and alcohol at a house party i decided to sleep about 10 metres away from the piss area of the backyard.
Spidey Revivey
Porn is okay here long as it ain't dudes.
This one time at a friend's house my buds and I got so high we started a drum circle in the living room while watching Daria. I kept complaining that I couldn't hear her clever quotes while simultaneously being the loudest drummer in the room.
And you'd be surprised how easy it is to eat a Taco Bell 12 Pack at 11 pm stoned.
And you'd be surprised how easy it is to eat a Taco Bell 12 Pack at 11 pm stoned.
Nyquil.
2 in 1.
2 in 1.
When I lived on Greek Hill the first semester of my freshman year, our campus was closed for a week because of snow and ice. The first night of that week was a shit show because everyone was just getting recklessly fucked up celebrating the fact that school actually was cancelled - I... may or may not have participated. Anyway, our dorm (SigEp) is across from the Tri Delts and several of them had tread through the snow towards our building to join us in our celebration. It's worth to note that fraternity and sorority dorms are more private than the larger dorms that house thousands, wehreas ours house maybe 25-30 people per, and most of the RAs either don't necessarily give a fuck (most are alumni of the fraternity or sorority) or are not always there. The night was sick though. It began with just every door in the hallways being open and welcome to come in and play whatever drinking game was being hosted, music was blaring throughout, there was also some Madden, GTA, 2K, Mario Party going on. It was just all very social and celebratory between all of us. Eventually, we had poured laundry detergent on the tile hallway therefore creating a makeshift slip and slide. This was great fun with all the girls and was the highlight of the night.
Unfortunately the next morning was not so fun. You see, what we had done was quite naughty in the University's eyes (the goddamn Man hates good ole fun, brother). First of all, the mess was unprecedented. Laundry detergent was quite honestly everywhere; the floor, walls, doors, in people's hair, probably up an ass or two. Not to mention, at this point it was dry, which is just a whole other fucked up situation. Somehow or another, two ceiling tiles were busted and the debris was also on the floor. Trashcans were knocked over with all of the contents spilled. There were of course some idiots who left beer cans in the hallway and bathrooms (probably the girls because it wasn't their dorm therefore not their problem). But the part that put all of us that lived there in the deep shit was the fact that the laundry detergent allegedly ruined the tile. I say allegedly because ten months later, the same tile remains and looks perfectly fine. All of the residents of my floor were fined $200 nonetheless. Truly, I believe we got off fairly easy. We could have faced getting the fraternity put on probation, lost privileges to our dorm (there are two fraternities who don't have their own dorm and all it's going to take for them to get one is for another to really fuck up and lose theirs), as well as personal trouble with school. In the end that was a memorable night for sure. Got called into work the next morning at 11am. Was hungover and had to dig my car out of the snow and drive ten miles to get there.
That's really the only story I want to share though to be honest because I really don't take much pride in getting fucked up. There's always some good stories involved with it, but I've just got my sights set on other aspirations.
Shit though. I do kind of want to share the story of the Super Bowl party I went to my senior year in high school in which I dodged certain arrest, unlike 11 other people from my school.
Unfortunately the next morning was not so fun. You see, what we had done was quite naughty in the University's eyes (the goddamn Man hates good ole fun, brother). First of all, the mess was unprecedented. Laundry detergent was quite honestly everywhere; the floor, walls, doors, in people's hair, probably up an ass or two. Not to mention, at this point it was dry, which is just a whole other fucked up situation. Somehow or another, two ceiling tiles were busted and the debris was also on the floor. Trashcans were knocked over with all of the contents spilled. There were of course some idiots who left beer cans in the hallway and bathrooms (probably the girls because it wasn't their dorm therefore not their problem). But the part that put all of us that lived there in the deep shit was the fact that the laundry detergent allegedly ruined the tile. I say allegedly because ten months later, the same tile remains and looks perfectly fine. All of the residents of my floor were fined $200 nonetheless. Truly, I believe we got off fairly easy. We could have faced getting the fraternity put on probation, lost privileges to our dorm (there are two fraternities who don't have their own dorm and all it's going to take for them to get one is for another to really fuck up and lose theirs), as well as personal trouble with school. In the end that was a memorable night for sure. Got called into work the next morning at 11am. Was hungover and had to dig my car out of the snow and drive ten miles to get there.
That's really the only story I want to share though to be honest because I really don't take much pride in getting fucked up. There's always some good stories involved with it, but I've just got my sights set on other aspirations.
Shit though. I do kind of want to share the story of the Super Bowl party I went to my senior year in high school in which I dodged certain arrest, unlike 11 other people from my school.
Nate DaMac
Fuck erbody but me
One time I took a bunch of Somas and wrestled Sting on a PPV.
Mustang Sally
Sells seashells by the seashore
Did you win?
Nate DaMac
Fuck erbody but me
I got a vacation out of it. 
Ty Burna
Getting Noticed By Management
I went on a third plateau DXM trip once. Deep into the third plateau.
I had to keep my eyes closed because I was afraid of reality and so I could stay in whatever world I created in my head.
Needless to say I wouldn't recommend it and I never took that much ever again after that.
I had to keep my eyes closed because I was afraid of reality and so I could stay in whatever world I created in my head.
Needless to say I wouldn't recommend it and I never took that much ever again after that.
I had a similar one to this.
It was at an apartment. I woke up in a pile of vomit and started banging on the door and screaming for the people to let me in and they kept yelling back that I didn't live there. The next thing I remember is waking up outside my apartment door with two cops standing over me asking if I was okay. They offered to take me to the hospital because unbeknownst to me I had punched a door earlier and fell to the ground in pain.
They got me into my apartment and left. And to their credit they were incredibly nice to me.
Most of my drinking times were good ones and I always had fun. Then over a 9 month period I was mixing alcohol with whatever I could find whether it be large quantities of Tylenol, muscle relaxers, antidepressants. Pretty much whatever. That didn't turn out very well.
The Dragon Saga
Whale in a Teardrop
I once went on a night out, blacked out and woke up in a jail cell sleeping with my head on the door. I didn't know where I was or what had happened, turns out I had Benzodiazepine in my system, or as American's call it, roofies. I didn't take it myself though, apparently I was spiked in a nightclub and the drug mixed with the amount of alcohol I'd had and basically made me go nuts. I was arrested because the Garda (Irish police) saw me outside a nightclub on very wobbly knees, they felt the best thing for me was to bring me to the station down the street so I could sleep. I was never arrested or charged with anything, I was just extremely, extremely fucked. We never found out who spiked me.
That said, I have taken drugs voluntarily, just not had any bad responses to them. Even acid did nothing for me.
That said, I have taken drugs voluntarily, just not had any bad responses to them. Even acid did nothing for me.
ÐаÑбоÑа
doesn't know REAL wrestling...
I don't have any wasted stories. Drinking stories maybe. But not wasted as I can handle my drink/know my limits.
As for drugs, never taken any beyond for a sore head.
Boring, I know.
As for drugs, never taken any beyond for a sore head.
Boring, I know.
Dan Severn's Moustache
Patent Pending
I headbutted a Frosties box and dented Tony the Tiger's face.
You can only go up from rock bottom, man. We're all here for you.
I'm straight edge. Seriously. No drugs, no alcohol.
Not because I'm a pussy, mind you. But because I know my body and my brain. I've got an addictive personality. When I eat a cracker, I want to eat the whole box. When I see a show, I want to watch the whole season. I know starting something like that would end horrible for me, so it's just easier to not start.
Something like this happened long ago, back when I had a job. A couple co-workers were throwing around their best stoned/drunk stories. When I brought up that I'd never dabbled in that stuff, almost all of them said, simultaneously, "DON'T START".
That kinda stuck with me.
Not because I'm a pussy, mind you. But because I know my body and my brain. I've got an addictive personality. When I eat a cracker, I want to eat the whole box. When I see a show, I want to watch the whole season. I know starting something like that would end horrible for me, so it's just easier to not start.
Something like this happened long ago, back when I had a job. A couple co-workers were throwing around their best stoned/drunk stories. When I brought up that I'd never dabbled in that stuff, almost all of them said, simultaneously, "DON'T START".
That kinda stuck with me.
The Butcher
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Any of my good wasted stories would be best told by others.
I don't equate straight edge people with being *****es. Not everyone is going to want to live a life of substance use. Especially if you have addictive personality.
Unlike Барбоса I got to a point where I constantly would go past my limits. If I could go back to where I could control it and not over do it I'd probably still be a drinker and not add the other stuff. The pills and such.
I know that's not me though so I'm better off not doing anything. I think it's a very good thing for you to know your personality type and not to even want to risk it. That's pretty commendable.
That's odd, we use them(benzodiazapines) in small doses-medications such as Ativan, Xanax, Valium and Klonopin- for anxiety or as second-line seizure defense all the time. You had to have taken a crap-load of them and drank quite a bit with them for this to have happened.
I went out drinking with a female friend two nights after having my ACL and meniscus repaired and was on Oxycontin and Roxycodone, and like you, have no memory of the night. I was on Klonopin as well, all prescribed short term following my surgery. The alcohol, I'm sure, was not.
It was scary as hell to wake up in my bed the next evening and that being my first memories of any of it.
She was cute. I kinda hope she took advantage of me, albeit 8 years ago.
Vageena Hertz
New Member
Walked into the wrong house at 4am after the club looking for my friends, the person living there was quite surprised at that.
Fell asleep in a street when drunk and woke up with my shoes stolen.
Fell asleep in a street when drunk and woke up with my shoes stolen.
Getting the cops called on us for being fucked up and lighting fireworks in the apartment complex. They stood in the living room questioning us, then left with a pipe and some herb- without ever opening the bedroom door to discover the large amount of fungus we were drying out on paper towels.
Talk about a tense and stressful situation.
Talk about a tense and stressful situation.
