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i'm curious as to what the norm is.
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i almost always make it to a bed --- i get pretty [censored] up, ive passed out in my chair before
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A friend of mine woke up on a couch in the wrong apartment once. He'd stumbled home drunk and went up to the wrong floor when he got to his apartment building. The funny part is that the girl who lived in the apartment had her boyfriend over that night and he had gone into the kitchen to get something to drink and saw my friend as he had entered the apartment. He said "Hey" to him, my friend replied back "Hey" as if nothing was up, and the boyfriend figured my friend belonged there and knew the girlfriend somehow.
The next morning, his girlfriend went to walk out into the kitchen in her underwear and her boyfriend stopped her and told her that "her friend" was sleeping on the couch. She got a little freaked out at this point and almost called the police. However, the boyfriend told her that my friend seemed pretty harmless, and that he'd go and wake him up and figure out why he was there. That's when my friend realized he was in the wrong apartment. Luckily she recognized my friend from the building, and calmed down enough to realize how funny this was. |
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thats pretty amusing....
A friend of mine in college went out drinking with us one night, and got wasted...I saw him the next day and he walks up to me with a confused look on his face... "What's up man?" "um....nothing......i guess..." "What happened to you last night?" "I don't know...." "Any clue? Where're you coming from?" He proceeded to explain to me that he woke up covered in water, in his boxers, on a couch, in a common room, on the fourth floor of a dorm on the other side of campus. No one he was friends with lived on that floor, or anywhere close. We proceeded to get wasted that night, again, and this time he found his way home. |
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A friend of mine woke up on a couch in the wrong apartment once. He'd stumbled home drunk and went up to the wrong floor when he got to his apartment building. [/ QUOTE ] On a related note, something similar to this happened to me. My college swim team took winter break training trips to Ft. Lauderdale and every year stayed in the same piece of sh!t 12-room hotel two blocks away from the beach. Two workouts/day plus a crapload of beer every night meant that there was a lot of drunk-stumbling-home going on. Well, junior year I ended up picking up a diver from iowa state while nearly blind drunk. By 2 am or so I've convinced her to come back to "my place" and so we head back. Get to our hotel, walk past the crappy little pool, up the stairs on the end, two doors down, and the door's unlocked as we routinely left it. I shush her as we walk in because I notice that there are folks passed out already in the two beds in the front room. Not to be denied, I basically dropped this chick on the floor in front of/in between the two beds, and start working it. By the time I get her shirt off (maybe 30 seconds), I notice that something is a little different... the TV isn't in the corner like it used to be, it's in a cheap-ass entertainment center thing right next to me, in between the foot of the two beds. As it's dawning on me that the entrance to the kitchen is in the wrong place, one of the passed out cranes their head over the bed and sure enough it's some old-ass maybe 50-yr-old dude squinting around. I quickly realized what was going on, panicked and busted the hell out of there. Left that poor chick probably wondering what in the hell was going on, and with some explaining to do assuming she didn't bolt also. Sure enough this place was two blocks down from ours (parallel to the beach), same L-shaped, 2-story crap-hotel layout w/ a crap pool and staircases in roughly the same place. All in all, I'm not sure that I'm disappointed these poor people happened to leave their door unlocked--sure, I ended up not getting laid, but the story is well worth it. |
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I ended up not getting laid, but the story is well worth it. [/ QUOTE ] I wonder if she did. Nice story. |
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[ QUOTE ] A friend of mine woke up on a couch in the wrong apartment once. He'd stumbled home drunk and went up to the wrong floor when he got to his apartment building. [/ QUOTE ] On a related note, something similar to this happened to me. My college swim team took winter break training trips to Ft. Lauderdale and every year stayed in the same piece of sh!t 12-room hotel two blocks away from the beach. Two workouts/day plus a crapload of beer every night meant that there was a lot of drunk-stumbling-home going on. Well, junior year I ended up picking up a diver from iowa state while nearly blind drunk. By 2 am or so I've convinced her to come back to "my place" and so we head back. Get to our hotel, walk past the crappy little pool, up the stairs on the end, two doors down, and the door's unlocked as we routinely left it. I shush her as we walk in because I notice that there are folks passed out already in the two beds in the front room. Not to be denied, I basically dropped this chick on the floor in front of/in between the two beds, and start working it. By the time I get her shirt off (maybe 30 seconds), I notice that something is a little different... the TV isn't in the corner like it used to be, it's in a cheap-ass entertainment center thing right next to me, in between the foot of the two beds. As it's dawning on me that the entrance to the kitchen is in the wrong place, one of the passed out cranes their head over the bed and sure enough it's some old-ass maybe 50-yr-old dude squinting around. I quickly realized what was going on, panicked and busted the hell out of there. Left that poor chick probably wondering what in the hell was going on, and with some explaining to do assuming she didn't bolt also. Sure enough this place was two blocks down from ours (parallel to the beach), same L-shaped, 2-story crap-hotel layout w/ a crap pool and staircases in roughly the same place. All in all, I'm not sure that I'm disappointed these poor people happened to leave their door unlocked--sure, I ended up not getting laid, but the story is well worth it. [/ QUOTE ] thats a great f'in story. i always make it back to my bed,althought its a little tough to get me there as i usually run away from my friend and fall in bushes to pass out. i also sing as loudly as i can, i.e. the national anthem....no joke |
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I unfortunately have a good one...I mean, it's not exactely pretzel throwing, but...
Back about 15 years ago, we use to play hoops at a local (catholic) school. They always had good rims and were dumb enough to keep putting up new nets when ever one got ripped off and busted (often). The place was wide open and everyone just basically drove their car and parked right next to the court... One Saturday we were there and had a bigger croud them normal which ended up turning into a bbq and the booze started flowing... That's about all I remember about that day... Next thing I know...It's Sunday ...and I am waking up in my car...At a Catholic School ... AT RECESS (Hey, who knew them little fuggers had to go to school on Sunday...go figure!...sigghhh) OMFG...Kids [censored] everywhere...Teachers [censored] everywhere (I think they call them NUNS there) tring to figure out if they should just call the cops... and I am [censored] still basically shitfaced tring to figure out where the [censored] I am... 2 minutes or so later (felt like 20)... I calmly started my car and drove away. |
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My roommate in college got so shitfaced one night that he wondered into the wrong dorm and went into the room which would have been ours and passed out onto a bed. Where the next morning the guy in the other bed woke up and kicked him out. Luckily the other guys roomie wasnt there and he didnt try and sleep with some guy. LOL I still make fun of him for that to this day.
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