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What Alcoholic Beverage Got You So Sick, You NEVER Drank it Again?

My stepson was at a party, drank & passed out. The next morning on the way home feeling like hell he gets pulled over for rolling through a stop sign. The cop comes up to the window & says, You had too much to drink last night didn't you? My stepson says yeah how'd you know? The cop says because someone drew p*****s all over your forehead! It's a funny story for him now that he's in his 40's.
 

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Andre Previn Cold Duck. My buddy's sister's older boyfriend bought it for us. It cost a $1.25 for a big ol bottle. We thought it might be a step up from T-Bird, but never again.
 

How many of you in here have had a Steel Reserve 211 hangover? I hope I never drink another one for as long as I live. Steel Reserve rates up there with Earthquake High Gravity Lager and Natural Ice. lol

Ed T
 

SO !

My girl happens to read this over my shoulder... AND... LOL... get this... a story i havnt heard before... AND TRUMPS ALL OF US !

So... she says "hey i have the worst drinking story wanna hear it".

She tells me she saved empty wine and champane bottles... some had some left in it... FOR YEARS SHE SAVED THEM...

Then one night she was drunk and came home to NOTHING to continue drinking... and wanting a drink.

SO>.. she takes down all the old bottles and pours out the last drops of each one into a cup.

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Needless to say she was never so sick.

AND...

She said the glass she drank it from still had a some in it the next morning... but not much...

AND IT WAS GREEN in the sunlight coming through the window... which made here even sicker ! !

As she watched me type this to you... she says... "I feel sick right now thinking about it". LOL ~ ~ ~!!!!!!
 

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ticndig said:
ole Blatz ,I remember when it was 99 cents a six pack.
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"Those were the days my friend. We thought they'd never end. We'd drink and barf forever and a day...."
 

Speaking of gin...., I once got drunk on straight Sloe Gin (Strawberry flavored) back in the 1970's. I think I puked up red for 3 months afterward. Horrible, horrible! Can't hardly look at it even in the bottle now.
 

1965 Southern Comfort, 1966 screwdrivers. Have never liked the smell of orange juice since then. Quit drinking at 19 in 1966, didn't start again until I was 29. Still got sick a few times but not bad enough to never touch that particular drink again. Probably been forty years since I drank enough to get sick, learned my lesson well. Hardly drink at all anymore.
 

gunsil said:
1965 Southern Comfort, 1966 screwdrivers. Have never liked the smell of orange juice since then. Quit drinking at 19 in 1966, didn't start again until I was 29. Still got sick a few times but not bad enough to never touch that particular drink again. Probably been forty years since I drank enough to get sick, learned my lesson well. Hardly drink at all anymore.
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Awww Gunsil... now where is your sense of adventure ? ? ?

Nothing like waking up in another state in some hotel... or just down the street in a parking lot... OR in your own backyard... Or better yet in your neighbors yard.

Now... this could be ratcheted up a notch for every article of clothing that is completely missing in each one of those scenarios.

:)
 

I knew a guy when I was a jarhead.I can’t spell his last name for the life of me.He would go nuts when he’d get drunk and rip sinks off the wall at fast food joints.I used to call him cheery fellow, his last name was Cherasello or something to that effect.His favorite fast food joint was Burger King, he liked to get his whopper fix when he drank.I don’t know how many times he tore the sink off the wall in Oceanside back in the 80’s.

Ed T
 

AARC said:
Nothing like waking up in another state in some hotel... or just down the street in a parking lot... OR in your own backyard... Or better yet in your neighbors yard. Now... this could be ratcheted up a notch for every article of clothing that is completely missing in each one of those scenarios.
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This, I can relate to...on too many levels. :laughing7:

I'm fearful that if I start sharing some of the "Good 'Ol Days" memories,
that I'll be typing for hours on end. I am happy to see that I wasn't
the only one to experience waking up without a clue as to where I was,
where my clothes were, what city I was in.....and who the hell is that
in the shower? moose.gif
 

Mud Hut said:
None.. My father was an alcoholic and I hated it. I have never consumed an alcoholic beverage because of that.
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Always someone to ruin the party i guess... heh

:P
 

AARC said:
Awww Gunsil... now where is your sense of adventure ? ? ?

Nothing like waking up in another state in some hotel... or just down the street in a parking lot... OR in your own backyard... Or better yet in your neighbors yard.

Now... this could be ratcheted up a notch for every article of clothing that is completely missing in each one of those scenarios.

:)
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Well sir, I suppose I found shrooms to be much more adventurous than booze at one point.
 

Growing up in So. Cal. (Orange County), my buddy Ken and I would
hit the clubs on Sat. night. If I recall, we were all of 22.

One particular night, I was pretty bummed after breaking up with
a girlfriend, so Ken decided I needed to get out and enjoy the
freedom of being single, again. Wasn't really into it, but decided
to go, anyway.

Got to the club, and I sat at the bar just chillin' and pouring down
a few Black Russians..well, more than a few...like 13. I was a
happy boy, having a good time when Ken comes back with a
cute gal on his arm, and said we were going back to his house.
Of course, she had a friend..eyebrows.gif

..but I never saw that "friend" until we got back to Ken's house.
On the ride back, Ken and his new squeeze were in the front seats
of his RX-7, and I had to ride in the back space...no seat there, just
flat on my belly.

Arriving at Ken's house, those Black Russians had settled in, and
once inside I had to greet the "friend", while Ken made more drinks.
Being pretty well ferschnickered already, I just poured down the
water glass full of assorted alcohol he handed me..apparently he had
just mixed it all together....tequila, scotch, Daniels, etc.

I looked at the "friend", and although I couldn't focus well, I did see
enough to know that I'd have sold my soul to get away...hawkeye.gif

Lucky for me, his downstairs family room had a bathroom attached,
'cause I was headed there, and buried my face in the porcelain bowl
just in time....that was about 2am, and after a while it was obvious
that the "technicolor yawn" wasn't going to stop any time soon. Ken
opened the door, tossed me a pillow and blanket and just left me
in my misery.

Somewhere in there the wimmens (thankfully) left...and I spent the
night on the bathroom floor..BUT, there's more!

0600..Ken opens the bathroom door and tells me we have to get going,
and in a hurry because he had scheduled a tee time for us at the local
muni course...WTF.gif

Needless to say, I was in bad, bad shape. Tried to get up but just
yakked again, and my head pounding so bad I could barely see.
So I soak a towel, wrap it around my head and do my best to
clean myself up.

Going out the door I grabbed a couple Mtn. Dew's, and poured
both down before we got to the golf course. Loaded the cart
with three extra large lemon-lime soda's from the snack shack,
and off we went to the first tee. I had to trust Ken that it was,
indeed, the first tee..'cause I still couldn't focus very well.

Now, this was a flat course..the highest spot was probably a
small bridge over a creek..but, when I got on the first tee I
couldn't see the flag..anything past 10 yds. was kinda hazy.
Ken points me in the right direction...and I hit one of the best
tee shots I'd ever made...300+ yds. right down the middle
of the fairway, and I only new this because he told me..woot-035.gif

Between tylenol and the sodas, the pain was gone by the
7th hole, and I ended up shooting a 79..best round of golf
I ever played...:occasion14:
 

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I knew it...just as soon as I told a real story the thread would die...budo.gif
 

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