Shameful!

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Ugh so we all do things that we're not entirely proud of.

For me it's usually due to the fact I've had a few drinks and I can't control what comes out of my mouth.

Last night was one of those nights.

I looked like one of those kids who's just discovered the drink and couldn't pace myself and ended up laughing on the floor and spilling my drink numerous times. Bringing plastic cups was a brilliant idea! :gasp: Glad I thought ahead on that one. XD

Today I've been having flashbacks of different things I did last night, such as me telling one of the guys that one of the girls there was going to tattoo a penis on his head. And I was running around telling everyone. This came about because the girl told me earlier in the night that she was going to become a tattooist and then shortly after another girl showed me a picture of some guys penis on her phone.

Then I did the wiggle dance when Sexy and I Know it was playing on the T.V and tried to wiggle bits I simply did not have.

I was going on about penis a lot of the night and I am so praying everyone else was as drunk as I was and they've forgotten all about it.

I'm usually so well reserved! :rage:
 
(what a fun night that must have been though, kandydarling. :britt:)

It's only happened to me once, it was last year I think. My friends brought a brand of vodka I've never had during our highschool reunion, and I was pacing myself the way I've always been. I still don't know how it happened. I remember laughing a lot really loudly, dancing in the middle of the room (to no music apparently) then I passed out. The next day, I saw the pictures, I just wanted to evaporate. :gonk:

From then on, I swore off that brand of vodka. Just recalling it now, I can still feel the shame. :gonk:
 
Hmmmmm honestly ive lost track of the numbers of times ive made a complete and utter dick of myself when drinking too much. :hmmm:
It seems to happen quite alot. Im fairly respectable (lol) up to a certain point but after i have that one drink too many thats it all over. Ive woken up naked in my kitchen and living room a few times each. Ive fell though the door and mistook my sisters bed for a sick bag. Yes i spewed all over her whilst she was sleeping, or so i was told anyway. I dont remember it whatsoever.

Saying stupid things and acting like a moron around friends is ok. All my buddies like a good drink and wev all been in that situation where wev had too many, many a time. So we can just laugh about it. None of us really care. Its just another story to tell in the future.
Still though..the flash backs can really make you cringe sometimes.
 
Hahahahahahaha

Its when you wake up and for a split second you just think urghhh im so rough, then Il cringe when I remember why Im hungover. I also have to check my outbox, and most of the time im like oh nooooooooooooooo * cringe cringe cringe*

I almost always just have to have that one extra drink which will just send me stupid, and Il carry on then make a prat out of myself rather than when Im still aware thinking, yeah im definately welll onmy way now, maybe I should have a water between drinks and keep this happy merry state ive recieved. But no. I have to get wankered and fall over or say something I really shouldnt :rage:
 
I don't often feel ashamed of myself, no matter how stupid I've been. I've puked on someones hands while drunk thrown my spew off a balcony onto someones car (it was in a plastic bag) while they were watching me, I've flashed people (by accident) etc etc etc but I don't really care hahaha, I get a little embarrassed at the time but I get over it almost instantly, it happened, nothing to be ashamed of.

I think the only thing that really shames me is this site... :sad3: I'm not even drunk when I go on here which is the worst part, I have no excuse for this.
 
... I don't drink, so this doesn't happen to me. ^_^

The last time I embarrassed myself was when I ran into a window at Jack-in-the-Box. 'Cause I thought it was an open door.
 
I can hold my drink pretty well.... usually :wacky:. Thing is I don't have much opportunitie to get drunk with my frineds as much as I'd like too anymore, so when im on it I am fucking ON IT.

Which usually leads to people being pissed off/ crying, and or self harm. Not self harm as in "im an emo and want to die" harm, but "oh theres a car... in motion... coming this way... let's jump it!" kinda harm.

When I go out to clubs I tend to get drunk and act like a right tit. Get a pint for each hand and stumble about the dance floor with my arms in the air like an orangoutang. If the DJ happens to put on Nirvana, nostalgia is immediately added to the mix, and I spaz out like an utter fool and quite often spill beer on to other peoples heads. There have been times when I've being just a not very nice person even though in my head im just joking but to them they didn't quite get it. Like the time a really cute girl tried talking to me and her friend subtly dropped the hint she liked me.... yet I said "nah, she ain't fat enough", referencing to the fact I seem to have a slight reputation of getting together with larger women. Sense of consequences tend to go out of the window when drink is involved I guess.

Then theres the times when I wake up after a night out with friends and when reading the paper that just come through the door (waiting for others to wake up) there would be a story about vandalism that had occurred just days before and we would all look at it trying to piece together who did exactly what. Nothing major mind, we are not complete fools, but sometimes old folks do like to moan and get their ramblings in the paper.
 
I got drunk and threw up all over someones indian rug, once. :gasp: One of those rugs where its a single piece of thick fabric and its wound like a cinnabon cinnamon roll. I think it might have been $100 rug.

That's the most shameful thing I've done under the influence.

Well, assuming that's more shameful than acting like a hyperactive 4 year old. :x

I don't drink, so I can't say I have a lot of experiences with it. It takes like... 6+ beers for me to start to feel the effects & I tell myself its not cost effective. So, maybe, I'm a bit of a party pooper. Haha.
 
Heh.....uhhhh heh.....oh man...heh.

This thread, really?

I can rewind back to high school, or talk about college.. or.. modern day. The party hasn't ended in my eyes :sad3:

High school I was a mess. I've never been a mean drunk, never. I've been downright retarded though. I have this thing where, I think I am super man when I get wound up. In high school (senior year) at my bud's apartment (2 post grads going to a community college), we'd always go over there to chill and invite some girls. They lived in a pretty secluded spot, and there of course was a hill out the side door of this spot. We get drunk, do some jack ass shit. Shoot eachother point blank with paint ball guns with mask on and tape it of course. Though after doing this.. I'd have this thing where I would challenge my buddy to a flip off down the hill. You launch yourself, do a flip, handspring as many times, till you got to bottom.. I of course ended up bruised and scratches.. but now that I look back on it.. what a dumb ass.

College.. frat boy phase. Got up at 12:00pm on days with no classes, head to grab some bicardi 151, everclear, koolaid, and some triple sec, then.. bring it up to my buddies dorm room, take a few swigs and head to the bar. Well on one occasion it was a house party, where I convinced a girl I did triathlons (why I lied, don't exactly know, typical guy shit). After around 2 am, two of my guy friends and three girls decided.. hell since we're at it, let's go to Sardis and camp. 35 minutes later, don't know how we got there, we were drunkly setting up a tent.. fire pit .. my bud leland grabbed his collection of Maker's and Gentlemen Jack, I had 2 Large bottles of Malibu.. and safe to say.. we almost went to jail. What ensued was total chaos. We played drinking games to the point at around 4-5 AM I got the wise idea to be a pyro. I started throwing anything I could find into the fire, until it got down to a propaine tank (small one for cooking). Everyone said NO... I said.. ah screw it. Safe to say, it was the end of the night/morning. Thankfully a nice open area was the setting of the firepit, or I'd been hog tied by a ranger.

One more.. and this is it. So New Orleans. Out of the two times I went, we all ended up on Bourbon in a 400 dollar room, that we packed 6 folks in. First night was all well in good, I fell asleep in the girl's bed.. (No hanky panky went on), and afterwards we said screw the room. So 2 girls and I went out in on New Orleans the next time, and hung out in Uptown. After 2 20 dollar hand grenades and 3 grenadine shots and 2 test tube shots, apparently.. I was acting a fool. I was being dragged bar to bar.. I think Pat O's was my favorite. Though what ensued was god awful. I was "that" guy. I called a bartender a Mick for not serving me a Jamison shot and instead a Jim Bean or some awful shite of a shot. I was dragged out, hit across the face.. got up, smiled and safe to say not admitted back in. Ohhhh well. One bar down. I swear at this point I was roofied. The whole night went sideways.. we ended up staying at my friend's sister's house in Tulane. Apparently we drank Margaritas, and I got the munchies, I tried to get with one of the girls... but me being out of my mind retrded, nothing happened and ended with my face down in some dude's (sister's boyfriend) shower already puked my brains out, talking about wanting to be in situation like Reservoir Dogs. I swear to god, I am not making this shit up. They were a good sport about it, said they never saw someone able to keep up, but next time let them know about the tequila shots :jtc: (them 22 ish).

I have never drank that much since. These days I'm pretty .. well.. good about sticking to beer or red wine (Shiraz), and no tequila. Something about Tequila = sex or me doing something highly retarded. I don't mind Margaritas, but high concentrations.. you'll be liable for my actions. I can do Jager, Rumplemintz, Whiskey, Bicardi 151.. though since I'm married I reiterate, I get drunk.. but not like I used to. Those days are long over.
 
There have been a few times when I've woken up the next morning and gone "ooohhhhh godddd.."

I have only been so drunk that I don't remember much once, I was 18 and had just finished college for the day, went to a bar with one of my friends and started drinking, then another friend turned up with 2 of my other friends, we then all got together and decided it was a good idea to start doing shots (most of these guys were heavy drinkers and a bit older than me) the last thing I remember is having a red aftershock, then a green aftershock then I had some special white shot and after that I don't even remember anything.

I've fallen asleep at the bar in a nightclub before and he had to slap me to wake me up, after that I proceeded to pay for my next drink in coppers.

I've also got my cock out while walking from one bar to the next in town and walked a few feet before, just because someone said I didn't have the balls..

So just 3 times I've really been bad, other than that I'm all good.

Generally I'm a funny drunk and just have more fun and am more funny and dance and sing, which I don't do when sober for obvious reasons
 
Ugh so a few weeks later I got really drunk again and I kissed some girls boobs and apparently she was feeling me up and Steve got very annoyed with me for letting her do it.

Though I didn't think it was all that terrible at the time due to the fact we both had boyfriends and weren't in any way lesbians and therefore would not really do anything.

He even asked if I did something with her when I came back to the house to go to the toilet. Really? I would never.

Apparently I was talking like a bogan and carrying on about other bogans and such as well.

Anyway I've decided to stop drinking altogether now. Not my thing anymore and I just get more idiotic every time I drink lately, so I'm guessing it's just not for me anymore. :sad3:
 
Ugh so a few weeks later I got really drunk again and I kissed some girls boobs and apparently she was feeling me up and Steve got very annoyed with me for letting her do it.

Though I didn't think it was all that terrible at the time due to the fact we both had boyfriends and weren't in any way lesbians and therefore would not really do anything.

He even asked if I did something with her when I came back to the house to go to the toilet. Really? I would never.

Apparently I was talking like a bogan and carrying on about other bogans and such as well.

Anyway I've decided to stop drinking altogether now. Not my thing anymore and I just get more idiotic every time I drink lately, so I'm guessing it's just not for me anymore. :sad3:

Sometimes a break is all you need - the thing you've just been through happened to a friend of mine recently, and it didn't end well!

Sounds like you've made a good decision at a good time. The last thing you want is drink messing your life up.
 
urgh, i got absolutely wankered a couple of weeks ago, and i fell over. I dont even remember falling over but it must have been pretty bad as at some point on the way home i noticed my knee and it was a right mess

Its bad that i dont remember doing that, it would have been so embarrassing :rage:
 
Let's relive this past Thanksgiving, shall we?

Okay, so I told my Dad I was only going to have ONE beer. It was a struggle to finish that Bud Light Lime. But I did it. Dad, being so caring, offered me another, to which I responded with a "NO!". But Dad won't give up, so he offers me coquito. Which is a spanish coconut flavored drink with rum in it. He gives me a big speech on how every spanish kid has had it, so I'm forced to try it as well.

I ended up having about 5 full cups of it before the end of the party. My first encounter with alcohol was a okay one though. I was giggling like crazy for the rest of the night. I was just happy. Even sitting in my chair alone, I was happy. But that wasn't even the best part!..

I was speaking my mind to everybody! I was being a sarcastic arse to everybody and it was fucking fun! I hate them so much... So these damn drinks gave me the powers I needed to break that contract I have with my Mom where she tells me to shut up when they're around! Fuck that! The truth was spoken that night.

I don't regret speaking my mind. I needed to do that. I felt alot better afterwards. I do regret actually drinking the drinks. I also regret how it all came to be. I should have been stronger than I was with it, but I fell to the drink in the end. Shameful indeed.
 
Let's relive this past Thanksgiving, shall we?

Okay, so I told my Dad I was only going to have ONE beer. It was a struggle to finish that Bud Light Lime. But I did it. Dad, being so caring, offered me another, to which I responded with a "NO!". But Dad won't give up, so he offers me coquito. Which is a spanish coconut flavored drink with rum in it. He gives me a big speech on how every spanish kid has had it, so I'm forced to try it as well.

I ended up having about 5 full cups of it before the end of the party. My first encounter with alcohol was a okay one though. I was giggling like crazy for the rest of the night. I was just happy. Even sitting in my chair alone, I was happy. But that wasn't even the best part!..

I was speaking my mind to everybody! I was being a sarcastic arse to everybody and it was fucking fun! I hate them so much... So these damn drinks gave me the powers I needed to break that contract I have with my Mom where she tells me to shut up when they're around! Fuck that! The truth was spoken that night.

I don't regret speaking my mind. I needed to do that. I felt alot better afterwards. I do regret actually drinking the drinks. I also regret how it all came to be. I should have been stronger than I was with it, but I fell to the drink in the end. Shameful indeed.

wow that is so shameful. i hope you have repented for that shameful thing.

the most shameful thing i've done whilst drunk is coming home thinking im the hulk and attempting to tear my t shirt off when told to fuck off to bed. the result of which was a t shirt that would fit a small elephant's trunk. unfortunately being the hulk isnt as easy as it looks.
 
wow that is so shameful. i hope you have repented for that shameful thing.

the most shameful thing i've done whilst drunk is coming home thinking im the hulk and attempting to tear my t shirt off when told to fuck off to bed. the result of which was a t shirt that would fit a small elephant's trunk. unfortunately being the hulk isnt as easy as it looks.

Hahahahaha we both know wev done some shamefull things when out with eachother drinking. Many more when each of us has gone our separate ways and went home :lew: Il never forget the hulk incident and the one where you couldnt mve your legs :wacky:
Ahhh its not even shamefull really. In hindsight its a great story to laugh about and tell people. Makes for the best banter :lew:
 
Once I went out for St. Stephen's Day (December 26th) without having anything to eat the entire day, I could barely stand in the pub and all of a sudden I realised I was covered in vomit. Threw on my coat and got a taxi home. Woke up the next morning in a jock, and spent the day on the couch between fainting on the bathroom floor vomiting sessions.
 
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