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18th bday, went to bar with family (sisters and cousins mostly). Seeing as they're all older and with jobs, they just kept feeding me drink after shot after drink. I know at some point I was dancing with some older ladies, and then my sisters decided I had to leave. On the ride home (in a cab) I suddenly woke up and spewed all over myself, wrecking my hockey team jacket. Puked again before we got home (managed to pull over and puke out the door this time).
Got home, went straight for the shower since I felt gross and pukey. Got naked, got into shower, and sat down. Proceeded to let rip the biggest and loudest fart ever, which was amplified many times over by both the water under my ass and the fact that I was in a bath/shower so it was like a big horn.
Anyway, then I puked out my pizza dinner some more, in the shower, stood up, I guess I dried off or something. I know my mom was all "are you ok???" at the door. Oh and my sister's boyfriend was laughing his ass off at my mega fart... anyway, I made it to bed, and woke up with towels on my pillows, a bit of puke stains, and a killer hang over. Apparently I puked in my sleep and my mom thought I was dying.
I have another story.
New years. I was... 19 or 20. Probably 19. Went to cousin's girlfriend's big huge house party. I brought some Captain Morgans and proceeded to drink it with coke like it was nothing. Had plenty of fun, all that good stuff. I remember at midnight we went outside and I ended up with 2 roman candles, lit, in my hands which I shot wherever.
Anyway, around 2 am I guess the full on drunkeness hit so I went for the bathroom. I don't know exactly what happened, but I do know I ended up sitting on the toilet pooping and puking between my legs, and somewhat passing out but trying hard not to. The miracle is that apparently my puke was pretty well projected as I wasn't covered in it.
Terrible, terrible headache the next day.
I have another story.
I was at my cousin's house (same cousin) with my girlfriend of the time (she was 17) and I also brought a good friend of mine, since elementary. It was a poker game tourney and we brought a 26oz of rum. I suck at poker so I was out after however many rounds, but more importantly our rum was gone. So I've drank half a 26... and we get this brilliant idea that we need more! Obviously I was already trashed, but I got in a car with a friend who was sober (I hope) and we did a liquor run. FYI, liquor run was happening anyway, I just wanted to make sure I got my stuff.
Anyway, bought another 26... got my friend to pour our cups. Well after we finish 1 drink each I hand him back my cup for another. Maybe halfway through that I catch a glimpse of our bottle - it was empty. This crazy fuckin guy poured 1/4 of a 26 per cup! Teeth were already numb so it's not like I could taste it, so yeah, wow, drank a full 26 to myself basically.
Needless to say, puking occured. So did some other crap about getting my gf home on time (taxi didn't show up). I don't quite remember how we got home, but my friend apparently spent the night in the bathroom in a pool of his own puke. Oh and queue massive hang over.
So. Kids. Drink responsibly. When your teeth are numb, you are already too drunk - start chugging water!!!!
I honestly barely drink anymore, and when I do it's just a few beers. Haven't been good and drunk in probably 2 years. I'm 26, btw.
EDIT: I have another story.
Went to the bar with some friends. We pre drank vodka and 7up at my place. I think there was 3 or 4 or us guys. Anyway get to the bar, head upstairs and chill. I order a 7up and dump an entire flask into it. Drank it down pretty quick and... don't remember. Blacked out. Next thing I know It's like 1am and I'm in line at this bar called Wooly Bullies where I think I was supposed to meet people. Suddenly a bunch of guys spill out of the bar and have this big brawl on the street. I'm just like "DAFUQ!?", turn and walk away. I think I just hopped a cab home, never saw my friends, and no idea what happened most of the night. I vaguely remember walking down the ave with some other friends and stopping at a liquor store. And punching lamp posts. That's about it.