SHAMEOVER CENTRAL

“Did the dress-up-like-Santa-party-and-get-wasted-but-don’t-remember-second-half-of-night thing again.”

- submitted by “Shameover Claus”

“Got drunk downtown chicago, on the train home i blacked out, then was informed I told my best friend some pretty nasty shit, like I hoped his parents got divorced and kill themselves.. he promptly kicked the shit out of me, and now we’re still friends, but that was one wicked shameover”

-from “IrishDrunk”

“Exactly one week ago I went to a birthday garden party after drinking quite a bit of sparkling wine und beer. At least I was drunk enough that I didn’t care that I was still wearing a suit. Then I cross-drunk misc booze with lots of whiskey and having random over honestly talks with others until my memory fades. I losely remember lying around somewhere behind the garden house. My memory kicks back in where I arrived at a bus stop with a friend at around 5 in the morning and I am desperatly trying to puke without success. About this time I noticed that I lost my jacket with all the valuables so I just stumbled in the bus and lay down somewhere and all I remember is a bus driver in an outrage with my friend trying to calm him down. Next day I called some people for my jacket and it was found soaked with (propably my own) vomit, as well as parts of the rest of the suit. Luckily the memories did not come back yet and hopefully never will.”

- submitted by “Glars”

“well, it started out by me going to my best friend’s little brothers birthday party, me and my friends (older than the rest of the kids) decide to get drunk while the party is going on at the other parts of the house, so anyways, i hog most of the skyy bottle and drink about 2/3rds of the bottle over the course of about 30 minutes, i also had some cranberry juice for the flavor, within a short time, i was really shitfaced, and one of the last memories i can recall is watching the kids whack the pinata while i was slumped on the porch outside, i black out and when i wake up, im on my stomach on a bed, and my face is in a pillow, and theres 2 midgets jacking off onto me, i get up shocked and disoriented, and i turn to see my mom in the doorway with a dissapointed face on her.“

- submitted by “ketchup-suicide”

“got trashed at a house party, dont know how..probably mixing lots of spirits but anyway. i blacked out and i’ve managed to piece together the events of the night in loose order from around 1am till 6am. 1) drunkenly
hitting on lots of girls 2) pissing in the hosts bathtub while people watched 3) biting my friends and a stranger leaving a massive bruise on her leg apparently 4) probably as a result of biting the stranger and leaving a massive bruise, almost getting in a fight with a bunch of foreign exchange students 5) hastily being dragged from the house leaving a number of personal possessions and stealing someones hat 6) puking on the train home in front of a lot of concerned looking buissiness men. i hid under my covers for a week after that.”

- from “ihatemyself“

“Got schnockered on Jagermeister and vodka on an empty stomach. I am told that I threatened someone with a knife and managed to hit on a co worker that I just met. The only thing I personally remember is painting on the dining table with water colors. The rest is a blank. I want that Saturday night back.”

- from “Buster Blackout”