Alcohol can suck it

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sparrowhawk

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You sure you got that right?

We always said, "Beer before liquor gets you that much sicker. Liquor before beer, you're in the clear".

It seemed to be true too. Whenever I drank beer then liquor I would regret it. Starting off with liquor then moving to beer didn't seem too bad.
 
The first time i got drunk i stole Vodka, Wiskey, tequila, some bitter and some other random stuff from my parents.

Then i mixed it all with orange juice in in a big bottle, and headed of to a beach party. I drank it all in one go sitting by a campfire when then the police came and started snatching drunks.

So i escape, and the next thing i know i wake up a forest far from home. Trying to empty my gutt on a tree... :rolleyes:

It was a long walk home...:happysad:
 
I've got one that has you all beat out. Or at least pretty close to it.

Whilst at my friends house, I drank about 6 or so shots of Smirnoff. Normally that would get me pretty shitfaced, but no puking or anything. But before that, I had a big bottle of Mikes Hard Lemonade, a shot or so of E&J Brandy, and I killed off a bottle of Hennessy, I think. Most experienced drinkers know not to mix darks and clears, but I didn't even think about it. So the last thing I remember is me passing out in front of my friends door, with short lapses of me puking a clearish liquid with yellow in it, and actually clearing my body with my puke. I had the hangover from hell the next morning, needless to say.

Good times.
 
Drinking is an artform.

Sometimes it's messy, sometimes it's inspiring, and it takes lots of hard work to figure out how to do it right.
 
I'll leave that "artform" to someone who actually likes going through all that bullshit. That basically felt like the equivalent of giving myself the flu, and I haven't had that shit in four years. I didn't miss it at all really and someone else can fucking take it.

I'll stick to record collecting, guitar playing, and notebook doodling for "artforms".
 
The key, Lamp, is abstinence. Just don't drink. Don't give into pressure and temptation. Kinda like priests not having sex ...

Oh wait, bad example! :doh:
 
Heh, well in any case I talked to my friend I was with that night. He's been doing his fair share of drugs since heading to college. After seeing that spectacle last night of mine, I know I'm going to try and stay away from it as much as I possibly can and even he(who has acid in his dorm among other things) said he's going to hold off until at least the weekend...I think I'm going to try and start convincing people to try and go back to the way things were before, when we didn't need the drugs or alcohol to have fun. I liked it better that way anyway. None of this nausea crap.
 
Ohh dear god we have all been there, and some of us more than once, difference is I dont necessarily remember it being Vodka, the whole experience was pretty sketchy.
 
I'm pretty careful when drinking, believe it or not. I usually stick to either wheat or grape when out, but throw caution to the wind when home.

Vodka for me is a no, no. Nasty stuff straight, I suppose it's alright with coke but still not something I'd associate myself with. Tequila is a good stomach warmer; I might have 1-2 shots on a winter night piss up, but that's it. Jack would be my prefered choice.

As for heaving and throwing my guts up, well, I haven
 
Well, I didn't really share my worst episode. I think that would be the night I still can't recall everything. Usually, no matter how drunk I got, I always remembered everything. This one night's memories were wiped clean after 8 beers, a bottle of cheap wine, 3 shots of J.D., and then I think it was Jeagermeister (yuck!). After all that, apparently I was spinning around and kissing this guy, then that guy, then running to the toilet and spewing.

On the way back to my apartment I had to throw up again so I told the driver to stop so I could. He began to hit the brakes slightly and I flung the car door open and threw up, but immediately hit my head on the moving pavement below. They got me to my apartment and dumped me in my bed and left.

The next morning was horrible. I remembered nothing. I was sick and my head was pounding and donned a beautiful road-rash across my forehead. I didn't mix alcohols again after that.... :happysad:
 
After taking those couple hits, I kept asking him every five seconds if he had more weed. :lol:

He couldn't find the lighter though.
 
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