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Thought I'd see if I was able to controll a pushbike with my eyes closed.... Ended up in a rusty barbed wire fence! Like a fool!
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Everything that involved Reaver in his last days of high school would fit into this thread. He was like a real live stooges movie.
Tony letting his truck crash into a public restroom does as well.
Phoenix and I went out in NYC one night and he got lost in the bathroom of a restaurant. The mirrors were too much for him.
Norm came to NY and is lucky to not be divorced, dead, or both.
Let's see....what else is there?You're the best! Around! Nothings gonna ever keep you down!
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Wait I wanna hear the norm story!!
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I cannot imagine what happened to Norm!:psigpic
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Sounds like a cross between fear and loathing and the Hangover....Please to tell.
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First do a search on dsa beerbq or spelled something like that. That's the thread where ratix, taco, norm, and I were trying to coordinate. I couldn't do it but apparently the other guys got it all lined up.
After reading that thread, read this one.
You're the best! Around! Nothings gonna ever keep you down!
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someone post it when they find itsigpicComment
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this is the setup thread.You're the best! Around! Nothings gonna ever keep you down!
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That was a great story there Zabka. Don't feel bad Norm, I have done stupid stuff like that before.
I remember (surprisingly) that one time when a friend of mine came back into town a few of us decided that it would be a great idea to go bar hopping in Georgetown that night. So we meet up and soberly head to Georgetown and grab some beers at this one place called Rhino or something and we throw back a ton of beers. Due to the lack of vagina in the bar we decide to go to the next one. The second one I don't remember at all. All I do remember doing is drinking a ton of rum and cokes (my favorite liquor drink at a bar, next to hennessey shots, lol) Well we head to the next bar and I am pretty shit faced so I decide the best thing to do is drink more rum and cokes (don't wanna get dry mouth when your drunk, lol) Well somehow I managed to stumble out of there when my friends are leaving only to realize when I get out of there that all this time I was not following my friends but some group of strangers who eventually turn around and look at me like "who the fuck are you." Let me tell you, that is quite strange when that happens. I light up a cigarette, sigh and then head back to the bar, only to realize that I can't find it. I called my friend on the phone and left a message saying quite angrily and drunkenly (where the fuck are you, im over.... here... somewhere, pick me up NOA!!). By the time he gets to where I am I am crawling sideways down the street, apparently my friend said I looked like a drunk ass spider man. Then he is trying to get my ass in the car so he can take me home. Of course he has to move my car first since it is parked in a place that I will get towed from in the morning. After I get in the car I passed out and then woke up in a chair at his apartment with the worst hangover known to man. I sift through my pockets, looking for clues about the night and I find a receipt from the last bar we were at and instead of putting my signature down for the receipt, I wrote "$7.00". My friends and I put the receipt on the wall so we could have a good laugh about it from time to time. After that my drunken alter ego is known as "seven dollars". I promise my friends every time we go out that "seven dollars" won't make an appearance, just to reassure them that they won't have to go looking for me in some random ass part of town later that night.Last edited by Brocman; 08-04-2009, 12:55 PM.sigpic<a href="http://profiles.us.playstation.com/playstation/psn/visit/profiles/Brocman"><img src="http://fp.profiles.us.playstation.com/playstation/psn/pid/Brocman.png" width="230" height="155" border="0" /></a><br/><a href="http://www.us.playstation.com/PSN/SignUp">Get your Portable ID!</a>
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Okay I am doing this the next time I get tequila. Oh and norm kinda told me this story when we ate lunch once, but goddamn I did not realize it was that funny.I mean who doesn't love a drink that you can tell a random girl that you want to lick her neck, sprinkle salt on it, have her hold a lemon in her mouth and the shot glass in her cleavage and her not slap you?
Oh drunken nights of stupidity. Too bad I don't remember very many of mine to document them.Comment
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Norms story is great but here is a link to one of my favorite drunk stories.
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