what is the most stupid, insane, bizarre thing you ever did while drunk?

i ingested LSD with people i didn't know (15 years after my last dosing) and ended up driving with them almost to kansas (from chicago).

well, I shouldn't go there. :-)

waves were running parallel to the beach.

I figured that because I was skinny-dipping with a lifeguard, I'd be safe...

boy did i regret THAT the next morning x(

and that's all I got to say about that.

thank you.

all the way to the crow's nest.
Then remembered I'm afraid of heights.

In college, living at home. My mom got me out of bed and changed the sheets.
Couldn't figure out why she was so pissed at me in the AM. She said i sat in a chair and watched her do it.
Damn you Mickey's big mouth.

followed closely by stupid moment number two - telling a GA State Patrolman on St. Patrick's Day in Savannah that they all look ridiculous in their uniform hats.

dressed as the woman from the far side. I was fierce. I was drunk. I didn't die.

I had a box of pampers taped to each leg (minus the box) to give me shapely calves, a big frumpy dress, stuffed out booty, hugamongous sagging breastisisiss, a big beehive wig, green cat eye sunglasses, pearls, an archie lunchbox, and my size 11 feet jammed into electric blue size eight roller skates with multi colored wheels, and a pool cue jammed from my right collarbone under all the padding down through my left leg.

I had just left a pool game on the second floor of the O.P. in Dallas, by sinking the eight ball and rolling backwards out of the room, falling down a two story flight of stairs with nary a scratch (it did bend my spectacles a little bit and dented my lunchbox). Oh I forgot to mention I was joking about making a pool cue disappear which unfortunately led to me not being able to bend my leg, and the whole stair incident.

Then the people I was with insisted I not have any more akkahol since they had just pulled me out of the street chasing the Channel 4 news truck, so I decided I was going home, skated on down to I35 and proceeded along the highway in the right hand lane for about 700 yards until I lost a wheel, pitched over onto the shoulder with tits and half my ass in the air, when who should come along and pick up a damsel in distress but my straight best friend W, who promptly stuffed me the trunk and drove me back to the warehouse (I lived in one of those before it was cool). Fortunately, I had a bottle of Jaegermeister in my lunch box so I polished that off while banging on the trunk lid and when we got back to the warehouse he opened up the trunk and I got out, spitting mad and shit blind drunk with my wig on crooked, a broken roller skate, my dress split up the ass, and a pool cue stuck in my bra, and promptly vomited in the street.

Not my finest moment.

Especially, they had to cut me out of that damn costume because I had used masking tape in layers around the diapers and it had all fused into a solid mass of sweat and adhesive and diaper stuff, and the worst thing is, they got pictures.

The answer is NO.

Now THAT, my friend, is a story worth telling. I could just SEE it, too.

Too bad you won't post those pictures. You won't right? Right? Seriously?

You're a trip and a half. Even sober.

that's all I'm sayin'
:hi:

live steel(a katana) in a small rural college town...My proudest moment I must say.... :evilgrin:

:hi: You'll fit right in

I got on line and had cyber with DU members??

over a miLe from where i Last remember being, and surrounded by cops.

i stiLL know what happened in between.

But I was drinking with some friends of mine in my dorm room in college. We were pretty lit up. But we weren't the only ones shitfaced. One of the guys down the hall had gone out drinking and had come back so wasted that he had passed out in the hallway in front of his room. Homeboy was so drunk that he was literally out cold, completely unconscious.

Now this fellow was a strict fratboy redneck type, and he was fairly homophobic. He was always harassing one of our gay friends.

So, we thought that we'd try to teach this fellow a small lesson. We took him into his room and laid him on his bed. We then took a prophylactic and squirted a little shaving cream and a dollop of mayonaisse into it. We then used a pencil to shove the rubber up this guy's butt. We replaced his pants and tucked him under his covers. For added effect, we took a matchbook from a prominent local gay club and put it in his pants pocket.

He didn't speak to people for a few days after that.

In retrospect, it was pretty childish, and somewhat dangerous. BUT, we were pretty fried ourselves, and we weren't thinking in terms of consequences.

Ah, the college days.

on I-93 the next morning, AT THE CANADIAN BORDER! She onlylived in Salem right over the state line. A NH Trooper was rapping on my window, a Led Zep 8-track was playing, beer cans all over, roaches in the ashtray.... The Trooper looked at my license and reg, then told me where to turn around and GET MY ASS BACK TO MA AND OUT OF NH!
Dumb, Dumb, Dumb!!!