Posts Tagged ‘wine’

The Bus Seems Like A Great Option Now

Monday, November 3rd, 2008

“I got really wasted, i drunk a bottle of white wine, and after that a bottle of beer. I went to a party with some friends, but i was way too drunk, so they told me to get a bus and go home, but i didnt, so i started walking like 10 blocks, till i passed out in the street. That was at aroudn 3 AM, i woke up at 5:30 AM, in a total mess, and went home. I was ashamed of what happend after my whole family found out.”

- submitted by “Cool

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Sparkling Wine + Beer + Whiskey + Lots Of Other Miscellaneous Booze = Shameover

Monday, September 15th, 2008

“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”

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There’s A First Time For Everything

Monday, January 21st, 2008

“Never been drunk before in my life and then got hammered (2 bottles of wine) at a fiesta in Spain with a bunch of foreign exchange students and only registered snippits of the conversation from the people around me: when one of the Germans mentioned he was from Brandenburg, I blurted out “WELL AT LEAST YOU GUYS HAVE THE BRANDENBURG CONCERTI.” Then my then-crush-now-ex escorted me back to his flat where I declined to sleep with him and fell flat on the couch. Then the next morning I puked all over the mail at my own flat, tried to throw away the “junk” mail portion of it, but my sharp-eyed espanyola flatmate pulled it out of the garbage and asked me “porque” I was throwing away everyone’s mail.”

- submitted by “You all have better shameovers, but as this is my first one, I have to vent it”

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