Quote: Originally Posted by AP SYDNEY, Australia - A man who lost part of his finger in a bar brawl walked out of the pub and down the street before he noticed it was gone, police said Monday. "He didn't know it was missing until he left the (pub)," police Inspector Mark Kellert told The Sydney Morning Herald newspaper. "He was out on the street and realized there was blood on his hand, noticed his finger was missing, and went to hospital." Security guards later found the severed finger "and a large amount of blood" in the pub's bathroom, New South Wales state police said in a statement. The 42-year-old man, whose identity was not released, was being treated for his injuries. Police brought the severed finger to the hospital, but did not say whether it was being reattached.

Yeah... didn't notice a digit missing... happens all the time.

Kinda like falling on a Fusilli Jerry.

He was probably nursing a bottle of Amaretto like some member who will remain unnamed...

So everyone give up their stories of inebriation. (Note: this is not to glamorize binge or excessive drinking... just to compare & contrast stupid choices most of us make.)

I suppose I should start...

On my 21st (legal drinking age here in the states for you foreign types) birthday, my friends took me on a pub crawl around East Lansing and fed me multiple free shots.

No excessive drinking goes on at Michigan State.

The end of the night came when I decided to drop my drawers in one of the fine drinking establishments we were frequenting



... and again on the walk home




... and in the dorm lobby.




Oh, did I mention that I was the dorm government president at the time?

At least I still have all my fingers.

Lovely warning post, in a way ... my 21st is on thursday. Have to make sure I don't overdo it.

Quote: He was probably nursing a bottle of Amaretto like some member who will remain unnamed...

I remember waking up after one of those nights. Found myself tied to a motel bed with a midget clown in the corner and a 6'2" woman in a zorro mask with a riding crop over top of me. Now what really scared me was the fact I crashed in a motel that had shag green carpet..... I'll never go back to Atlanta again.

(the above story was a piece of fiction)

Quote: Originally Posted by Iateronmly (the above story was a piece of fiction)

We all know it was... there was no mention of a moose.

My worst evening was spent up in Montreal. At the pool hall on a Friday from 10pm till 4am. Then a few dance clubs (the shady kind) Hit up an all night McDonald's for some breakfast. Back to the bar at 7am till sometime late Saturday morning, really don't remember when. Got a taxi back to the hotel, don't know who called or what it cost me but I made it back safe and didn't get to meet the local police department.

Lost my hat and coat at some point in the evening and burned a real big hole in my wallet. It was a night to (try and) remember though. And the hangover the next day.

I'm prohibited by court order from providing details after my settlement with St. Mary's nunnery, the Indianapolis Ladies Auxillary, Anheuser-Busch, Inc., Ringling Brothers traveling circus, and PETA.

Besides...I was innocent.

Gee... all I did was sleep with a coworker and get into a fight with a guy twice my size...

Seems kinda lame in comparison.

Inside or outside of the Navy?

Quote: Originally Posted by godfoot Inside or outside of the Navy?

I've never been, nor dated a sailor.

I tried to once... man... she had huge... tracts of land... *

Of course, she wasn't officially Navy yet but she'd already signed on and was waiting to be enrolled (so to speak).


(*-Monty Python reference in case anyone hasn't seen the Holy Grail)

Oh my, many to choose from....

Well, it all started out innocent enough. I was at RIT (Rochester Inst. of Technology) partying with some friends. We started out drinking lemonade at 2 in the afternoon. I didn't realize that was the "start" until I tried to stand up after 2 glasses and fell flat on my face. It was at that point that the girls who roomed next door to my buddies formally introduced me to a friend of theirs from PA, Mr. Everclear. For those who do now know Mr Everclear, he is also known as grain alcohol, moonshine, hooch, white lightning, and a few other names and is 180 proof. Seems that they had slipped some into the lemonade.

Later that day, while we were all still pretty bombed, and now drinking "mojo punch" (a recipe from one of the guys uncles from Vietnam) another friend rolled a keg into the room. Now, while the drinking age had recently been raised to 21, RIT still allowed alcohol on campus, if you were of age, but they strictly forbade kegs except for frat parties. So it was a bit of a surprise when a keg in a 50gal garbage pail on wheels and full of ice drove into the dorm room.

So what were we to do? We drank.
And drank.
And drank.
And then Ian and I got into a little wrestling match. I left a 1.5" impression of my shoulders in the wall during said match. And Rick started running up and down the halls with the keg making car engine noises, using the pump as a shifter. Then Ian ran out into the hall as I chased him and stood in the doorway to the bathroom, which was on the corner of a T intersection (the other side of which was the RA's room). Still in full wrestling mode I charged, Ian stepped into the bathroom, I hit the wall of the RA's room, bounced off, hit the other wall and continued to bounce off walls 4-5 times down the hall, laughing my butt off the whole time. Rick sped past me with his keg-mobile and ran into the RA as he stepped out of his room to see what all the racket was.

He took a moment to survey me on the floor laughing, Ian half in the bathroom also on the floor laughing, Rick, now recovered from his crash, running down the hall, and several other people standing around, drunk and laughing. He went back into his room.

Now that would be enough for most people to make it a memorable night, but wait, there is more. When we were done (I think it was 2 or 3 am) I apparently walked across the quad to my dorm (I don't remember doing so) which was in one of the fraternity houses. The frat was having a party so as I got to the top of the stairs Kurt handed me a beer. I tried to refuse, but chugged it instead. I then bolted for the bathroom and barfed. Standing up there was Kurt (who lived next door) and 3 others cheering me on, Kurt handed me another beer, then another, and then two more before I made it to the door of my room (which was across the hall and one door down from the bathroom). At that time I opened the door and fell face first into my room.

I woke up the next afternoon with my feet still in the hall when my roommate, tired of stepping over me, dumped a bucket of ice water on my head.

Ahhhhh.. the good old days......

Quote: Originally Posted by Im_gumby We all know it was... there was no mention of a moose.

Uhm - since when have there been m00se in Atlanta?

Quote: Originally Posted by Iateronmly Uhm - since when have there been m00se in Atlanta?

July 1, 2006.


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But I didn't know you enjoyed, er, high sticking...

Once I got drunk, and got into a bit of a fight (sort of anyway, these two guys wanted to beat me up). Well I got hit in the face, and walked all the way home before I realised my face was bleeding quite alot. Had to have 5 stitches.

Okay, I'm not a big drinker, but I was involved with one, and the story is worth being told.

This occurred while I was in high school, sophomore year to be specific. I had a friend who shall remain nameless, and he knew no excess. No amount of anything was too much for him. He once spent 15 minutes personifying alcohol to explain the proper order in which to drink various hard liquors to avoid regurgitating it ["Beer goes first, because he goes down fighting, and you don't want anyone down there for him to fight. Then you take some Jack Daniels, and he gets in there, and he's all 'it's cool' and then their chillin'. The comes ol' Jim Beam and he's like..."]. Anyway, I digress. It's a small miracle he survived some of the things he did.

One evening, round about 2am, my phone rings. I slap around on the night stand and pick it up.

- "Hello?"

- "Pookies?" [my nickname in high school, as my dad had thoughtfully made my AOL screenname 'Pookah7047']

- "Matt?"

- "Yeah, hey. Look, I'm at this party... I don't know where. I drank a lot, I smoked some stuff, I'm pretty sure I took some pills, and there's some needles here, so I may've done that too. I'm laying on this couch with this girl, and I can't find my pants. Can you come get me?"

I paused and stared at the phone, half-awake and dumbfounded.

- "First off, Matt, where are you?"

- "I dunno, a parry somewhere."

- "Second, how old am I?"

- "................ eighteen?"

- "Sixteen, Matt. Even if I was old enough to drive, how am I supposed to get you if you have no idea where you are?"

- "Aw fsck. Sorry." -click-

So I go back to bed, amazed but laughing. Two hours later, the phone rings again.

- "Hello?"

- "Pookies?"

- "Ugh, Yeah Matt?"

- "Walked home, thought you might like to know. Night." -click-

As if this wasn't enough, it gets better. This was a Saturday mind you. Monday rolls around, and we're hanging out before class, and out of nowhere, Matt looks at me, clearly confused.

- "Did I call you Saturday?"

- "Yeah, why?"

- "Was I at a party?"

- "Yes, do you not remember?"

- "Uh... no, not really. I woke up in my bed with a killer hangover. Do you know where my pants went?"

- "You mean.... you... walked home from a party which was somewhere you didn't know about and don't remember ever going to WITHOUT YOUR PANTS ON!?"

- "I guess so."

Quote: Originally Posted by Baka Sempai "Uh... no, not really. I woke up in my bed with a killer hangover. Do you know where my pants went?"

And this, my friends, sums up EXACTLY why you shouldn't go overboard with fermented liquids.

If Rob had a dime for every time he's said that...

Its my 18th today and im gearing up for a huge party out at my place tomorrow

Gotta love the drinking age in Canada

Quote: Originally Posted by FlameThrower Its my 18th today and im gearing up for a huge party out at my place tomorrow Gotta love the drinking age in Canada

Heck yah - I drove to Alberta on my 18th just for that reason many years ago.

Quote: Originally Posted by Iateronmly I remember waking up after one of those nights. Found myself tied to a motel bed with a midget clown in the corner and a 6'2" woman in a zorro mask with a riding crop over top of me. Now what really scared me was the fact I crashed in a motel that had shag green carpet..... I'll never go back to Atlanta again. (the above story was a piece of fiction)

Sounds like a typical Saturday night for me.