Bravo
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- Aug 27, 2004
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That last thread where people were talking about what happened to them when they got drunk - started me thinking...I have a rich history of funny drunk stories.
I am going to kick this off with one. It's kinda long but I'll never forget it.
It is 1973. I am a freshman at the University of Alabama. Several of my wild and crazy friends from high school get in the same fraternity I do. We had a history of practical jokes and abuse that went back to when we were 15 yo. So going to college simply allowed us to continue our shenanegans to the extreme...
I separated my shoulder playing intramural football. It was in a sling as I could not raise it above my head. So I walk around for several weeks with my arm in a sling.
On Thursday nights, Ezells Catfish Cabin would have 10 cent shrimp nite. All You Can Eat Shrimp for 10 cents each...We go down there and I have about 3-4 dozen shrimp and about five beers at the restaurant. I weigh about 200 lbs at the time.
Then we go back to the house and have a Tequila Drinking Contest. We start shooting 3 ounce shots of tequila followed by Coors chasers...I drink about 3/4 of a quart of Tequila (500-600 ml) and have about 3 more beers....
The room starts to spin....sideways...around and around it goes.
I have a sudden awareness of the shrimp in my stomach - like we are going to get re-acquainted.
I head for the bathroom. (This is a fraternity house bathroom for a floor that houses 35 people. It has 6 sinks, three toilets and a shower with six heads. It's built for capacity).
Outside the shower room, I take off my shirt. I have shorts on but my sling is still around my shoulder. I am sweating profusely as it is August in Alabama and the air-conditioner in the house was broken. Even at 8:00 at night - it is Hot.
I head into the shower room and turn all of them on. I sit down and suddenly - I start power puking. Up come the shrimp and the fried hush puppies and fries I had with them....There are shrimp all over the floor around me...
Then, my friends see me. They head down to the kitchen and open up the pantry.
With them, they bring fresh ground coffee, honey, mustard, ketchup and relish.
By this time, I have passed out on the floor of the shower. They have turned off all the water.
First, they pour the honey on me, then the coffee, followed by the ketchup and mustard.
They top off the dish with a large dollop of relish, right on my forehead.
About midnight - I wake up. As all of you know, midnight is the power curve of party time on college campuses. Everybody is going strong...
I wake up and try to get my bearings...Where am I? Oh gawd I smell.....awlful. Shrimp...I hate relish - always have...and the smell of the relish....ahhhh I am going to get sick...I start puking again - dry heaving...
They hear me and run down the hall with their dates. About 4 guys and 3-4 girls are standing there watching me - laughing their asses off - chugging beers...
oh well. (that's only the first of dozens I can tell)...
Just wait til November. If I get in a 'frisky mood - and pull some things out of my Trick Library - you're all in trouble.
I am going to kick this off with one. It's kinda long but I'll never forget it.
It is 1973. I am a freshman at the University of Alabama. Several of my wild and crazy friends from high school get in the same fraternity I do. We had a history of practical jokes and abuse that went back to when we were 15 yo. So going to college simply allowed us to continue our shenanegans to the extreme...
I separated my shoulder playing intramural football. It was in a sling as I could not raise it above my head. So I walk around for several weeks with my arm in a sling.
On Thursday nights, Ezells Catfish Cabin would have 10 cent shrimp nite. All You Can Eat Shrimp for 10 cents each...We go down there and I have about 3-4 dozen shrimp and about five beers at the restaurant. I weigh about 200 lbs at the time.
Then we go back to the house and have a Tequila Drinking Contest. We start shooting 3 ounce shots of tequila followed by Coors chasers...I drink about 3/4 of a quart of Tequila (500-600 ml) and have about 3 more beers....
The room starts to spin....sideways...around and around it goes.
I have a sudden awareness of the shrimp in my stomach - like we are going to get re-acquainted.
I head for the bathroom. (This is a fraternity house bathroom for a floor that houses 35 people. It has 6 sinks, three toilets and a shower with six heads. It's built for capacity).
Outside the shower room, I take off my shirt. I have shorts on but my sling is still around my shoulder. I am sweating profusely as it is August in Alabama and the air-conditioner in the house was broken. Even at 8:00 at night - it is Hot.
I head into the shower room and turn all of them on. I sit down and suddenly - I start power puking. Up come the shrimp and the fried hush puppies and fries I had with them....There are shrimp all over the floor around me...
Then, my friends see me. They head down to the kitchen and open up the pantry.
With them, they bring fresh ground coffee, honey, mustard, ketchup and relish.
By this time, I have passed out on the floor of the shower. They have turned off all the water.
First, they pour the honey on me, then the coffee, followed by the ketchup and mustard.
They top off the dish with a large dollop of relish, right on my forehead.
About midnight - I wake up. As all of you know, midnight is the power curve of party time on college campuses. Everybody is going strong...
I wake up and try to get my bearings...Where am I? Oh gawd I smell.....awlful. Shrimp...I hate relish - always have...and the smell of the relish....ahhhh I am going to get sick...I start puking again - dry heaving...
They hear me and run down the hall with their dates. About 4 guys and 3-4 girls are standing there watching me - laughing their asses off - chugging beers...
oh well. (that's only the first of dozens I can tell)...
Just wait til November. If I get in a 'frisky mood - and pull some things out of my Trick Library - you're all in trouble.
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