Drinking till you puke thread...

[Hatterasguy]

I had a very bad experiance with, Jägermeister last saturday night. First I broke out a bottle around the camp fire for a couple shots. Since we didn't have shot glasses we used plastic cups, the bottom ridge looked like about a shot. Well before I knew it I was doing double shoots then 1/4 cups and chasing them with beer! 2/3 of a bottle of Jager and 5 beers later I can barely walk. So I fall over after ranting about something and passed out, then I stumble around the campground for a bit, and tried to go fishing or something I forget. I think I was hearded to the deck. The next thing I remember was moaning and being on the deck, in strange pants. My shirt was also strange. Then I puked all over myself and passed out on the deck, only to awaken at 4am to a wonderfull mess. It was 30 degrees outside btw.

So I have sworn off drinking forever! It was a crazy weekend though! As soon as I got back from fishing at 9am I popped my first beer, and kept working on them all day. I was late to! The die hards were having chili and beer at 5am!

So lets here those wild college drunk stories!

[t walgamuth]

mixing beer and whiskey made me throw up in college, once i remember vividly.

the worst i ever was sick on alcohol was drinking champaign on a nearly empty stomach on a hot summer day at a wedding reception. being used to beer i drank about as much as i would beer and got really sick, throwing up six or seven times. went to bed around 3 in the afternoon. my wife woke me up around six and made me eat a big bowl of beef vegitable soup and bread, then i went back to bed and was fine in the morning. i had thrown up all the alcohol in my stomach and it took til morning to metabolize the stuff in my blood stream.

i think i have drunk til i puked only about four times in my life.

i am pretty sure i will never do it again.

tom w

[Monomer]

dont mix sweeter stuff and b33r.


sugerballs...




I stop when I lose the ability to walk.

[log673]

Well, I din't actually do anything crazy while I was drunk, but the way in which I got my beer was very stupid. My friend from Nashville came to visit for a weekend, and we decided that we would celebrate with some beer. Both being under 21, we decided that we needed to find someone old enough to buy us beer. So I suggest that we pull a "hey mister" outside of a convenience store. I also decided that the best place to do this would be in a nearby neighborhood, or 'hood if you will, called Orange Mound. Orange Mound is probably the worst 'hood in Memphis; a perfect place to get beer. So anyway, I pull up to the convenience store in my friend's Impala, get out and find a suitable purchaser. As soon as I hand the guy my money and he walks in, I am immediately swarmed by a very ethnic group of folks who are all claiming that my friend and I are the pigs and are trying to bust their friend. This draws the attention of the store manager who walks out and tells me that I have to leave. So I hop back in the car right as our buddy is coming out with the beer. I signal to him that we will meet him down the street. Bad idea. He begins walking down to our car with our case of beer, along with his posse of about six other guys. Our car is immediately enveloped in a flood of ethnicity. I have one guy at my window saying "hey man gimme sum money." My friend has the beer buy at his window doing the same thing. About this time another fellow hops in the back of our car demanding our money. About this same time, I am becoming very irritable, so I turn around to the guy in the back and say matter of factly, "I'll give you the money when you get out of the car." I finally convince him to hop out, and as before his feet had even his the ground, I floored my friend's Impala. I had never been so glad to not be driving my Mercedes. Fortunately, we still got our beer, and we got wasted that night. Fun.

[iwrock]

Hat, Jager makes my stomach all knot up.



Captain morgan is the best. I remember one night having many mixed drinks with the captain, and just shots of like an 8 dollar bottle of vodka, with a few beers thrown in there for good measure. I can remember about an hour of it. I woke up in my room, the next morning on the floor....

There are quite a few hours unaccounted for there. I woke up with puke on my shirt, and without my pants on. However, some of the souveniers that I found in my room were a cone, flower pot, metal pole, and a toilet seat....

[G-Benz]

I don't believe I've ever gotten drunk enough to "drive the porcelain bus", although I do remember mixing beer and hard alcohol several times in my more youthful days, when brain cells were far more plentiful...I usually passed out before reaching "puke threshold".

I remember one very awesome house party that when I left that sunny morning the next day, there were still a few passed-out guests dotting the front landscape of the house...

[Kuan]

I lack alcohol dehydrogenase, and yet I enjoy my wine. I had over half a bottle last night with my lousy steak and good risotto.

[davestlouis]

When I lived in the dorm in college it was easier to sneak had liquor into the building than cases of beer, so I tried whiskey for awhile. I had one episode when I bought a liter of whiskey, and told myself I would stop drinking when it was halfway gone, so I would have some for the next night. I stopped when there was about an inch left in the bottom of the bottle.
I had sweet-talked a little chickadee into coming back to my room, and was just at the point where she was going to pay some attention to me south of the border when the first wave of nausea hit...this was a Friday night, and I didn't eat solid food until Wednesday...I sucked on ice chips for a couple of days because that was all I could keep down. I suspect a hospital stay would have been appropriate but at the time it never entered my addled mind.

BTW I haven't touched a drop of alcohol since 2000.

[A264172]

Puking is nature's way of showing you the outter limits of what fun can be had. Don't fool with mother nature.


"If you can lay face down on the ground without holding on, your not drunk." -Dean Martin

[SwampYankee]

Beer then (or and) liquor, never sicker. Liquor then beer, never fear.

I went to a party at UConn during my senior year in h.s. and drank Jack Daniels all night and passed out in the men's room after gakking for a while. I can't recall ever doing it again even to the point of passing out.

I've always been comfortable drinking at my own pace (after that ill-fated night) and generally avoided drinking games. It's served me well over the years.

[Hatterasguy]

Originally Posted by justinwrock

There are quite a few hours unaccounted for there. I woke up with puke on my shirt, and without my pants on. However, some of the souveniers that I found in my room were a cone, flower pot, metal pole, and a toilet seat....

I really hat waking up with strange pants or no pants, that really sucks.

[Hatterasguy]

Originally Posted by SwampYankee

I've always been comfortable drinking at my own pace (after that ill-fated night) and generally avoided drinking games. It's served me well over the years.

Ahh yes drinking games my one weakness. I can't pass one up!

[SwampYankee]

Originally Posted by Hatterasguy

Ahh yes drinking games my one weakness. I can't pass one up!

Or someone else's pants

[MTI]

ah, the promises we make to the gods, kneeling before the bathroom porcelain alter . . .

[mgburg]

151 & Coke - that was my poison...

Finally, tapped the last of the 151 at the pub, the 'tender started mixing 2 shots of regular and adding the Coke. Same style buzz, no problem.

Then, one day, the route guy finally "refills" the shelf w/the 151 - 'tender sees me come in and gives me the usual, 2 shots w/Coke - only he's grabbing the 151 instead of the straight stuff.

4 drinks later, I'm trying the find the knap of the carpet - got outside and blew chunks I didn't even know I had in me...when those were gone, I was horking up phantom chunks. I didn't know, until then, that I had backs on my eyeballs and I could see and touch them.

I haven't been able to touch anything with Rum in it since (1981).

And for some unknown reason, I also develope a severe "piercing pain" in my temples when I'm down-wind of tequila (sp?)...I don't know how, or even when, that started.

Maybe, someday, pictures will show up on the Internet...'til then, it's all mystery to me...