after a bottle and a half of vodka coming home pissin in my wardrobe then pissin on the curtains then pissin all over the floor of the bathroom and collapsing in it and waking up the next morning to find my mobile down the toilet covere3d in sick what a night Cant to this day remember a bloody thing about it

at the turn of the millenium i got very very drunk, which i hanndled with my usual grace and decorum it was arriving home and not being able to coordinate the key and lock mechanism that the house i shared with an older brother employed in its door that the trouble started, beleiving that the house was mocking me i proceeded to give it a damn good thrashing, i managed to knock over a fence panel and gate, two panes of glass in the door and a week old santa gnome, the house managed to get in one lucky blow when it cut up my left arm, to the extent that i have about twenty scars on my hand and fore arm, including one 3 inch scar in the shape of a litter m, on noticing the blood i was spreading every where i decided to wander off and find an ambulance, leaving a trail of blood as i went. i had severed a tendon in my arm and spent 3 days in hospital, i still feel i won the fight

staggered home from the pub on a cold winter night hands in my pockets tripped fell flat on my face couldnt get hands out of my pockets and headbutted the pavement had to go to the dentist to have bits of tarmac removed from my teeth for mweeks after that one

There has been a few, of that I'm certain...

After racing 1/2 pints of gin whilst on a school trip in Switzerland, aged 15, I projectile vomited on my Deputy Headmaster's wife...

I had an embarrassing drunk moment last week, was not impressed with myself one bit. Cannot give details because it was too embarrassing.

Well here goes, not proud of it. despite what you think this is true.

2 women were chatting me up that I was not interested in, I was pissed.
There mate turned up who I was interested in and we all went back to her house.
The one I wanted went to bed to sleep and one of the ugly sisters could not keep her hands of me.
Well I think you can guess what happened.

A few days later I bumped into the one I liked and hit it off but her mate told her later what had happened and now she is not too impressed with me.

The ugly one was still trying to pull me even then but I was obviously annoyed and not at all interested.

Yes I was a prat.

I would hardly say that was embarrasing, more like a case of you couldnt get what you wanted, so you settled for second best.
Dont think i would be all to pleased with you either!

I concur. You have your work cut out for you getting the one you want now.

And to if she has any kind of morals, she wont go there anyway.
Its an unwritten rule between most friends that if your mate has been there, you dont do it.
Maybe thats just my lot. . . .