SHAMEOVER CENTRAL

“My band was on a U.S. tour a few years ago and we were staying at a friend’s house in rural California.  We were all totally hammered off our asses.  My guitarist was being super annoying, wouldn’t shut up, and kept stealing everybody’s shots of whiskey.  I tied him to a chair by his dreadlocks, but he escaped.  Finally my friend suggested I pull a gun on him to shut him up.  “I can’t do that!”, I said.  “Come on man, it isn’t loaded, look!”.  “OK, fine”.  I cocked it in the guitarist’s face and started laughing hysterically.  He punched me so fuckin hard in the jaw… but I was still laughing.  That was quite a shameover.”

- submitted by “Adam”

“a friend’s ex came for a visit (in town on business) to the house where forementioned friend and I live. This friend is not over this ex. Friend is not in town. Ex says business may be cancelled, so might go for a drink, and goodbye. Twenty minutes later, ex picks me up to go to the pub where we vividly discuss previous relationships. Rest of the flatmates come out for a drink. We get drunk. They go out to eat. Me and ex go back to house. Had some mac & cheese, shots of Jameson, and got naked. Grr.”

- submitted by “grr“

“I’ve got so many but I think my lowest moment was when I had a lot of pints and a few JDs in a niteclub, passed out, got kicked out by the bouncers, tried to get back into said niteclub and ended up with 3 bouncers holding me down with a knee sticking into my head. Went home to my mates house, puked all over his couch, fell asleep and pissed my pants. Wasn’t gleaming with pride the next few days I can tell ya that.”

- submitted by “HooerinSlayerBastard”

“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”

“got totally shittered one night on that devil brew whisky and beer, tried to dance to a live band but instead ended up falling into a table in front of two very attractive ladies who, needless to say, lost any interest they might have once had for me. Then i went to another show and was drinking heavily on the patio. When I decided to leave, i found out i couldn’t take my beers with me, and was subsequently chased down and attacked by the bouncer in front of all my friends. Two other ladies found my predicament very hilarious, and in response to thier laughter, i took off my shirt and was trying to fight them, but was restrained by my friends, who decided to take me to a bar, where i took a shot of whiskey, spit it all over the bar, fell down in front of the bar to the ridicule of many passers by. Then was carried to a buddies van where it was rumoured that i shit myself, although that was not confirmed. ended up half inside, half outside my door puking on myself. ah, memories! cheers!”

- submitted by “The Program”

“I woke up with someone I shouldn’t have, but thats not a surprise. She’s a good friend, think its gone a little wrong. I head dived through a fence. I kissed the hosts mother when she popped round. I broke my friends finger, and his bed. I now have scratchmarks all down my back, my girlfriend is not going to like that. I texted my ex girlfriend, a hell of a lot, and told another i’m going to break up with my girlfriend for her, even though I forgot her birthday. I put my foot through my friends TV, I threw up all over his living room, I kissed three of my guy friends for fun, I glassed another friend and pushed him in front of a car. Jack Daniels doesn’t go down well with my mind. Bit of a shameover, to be fair.”

- submitted by “Snooty Idiot. Blonde.”