Corp000085 Posted January 23, 2014 Report Posted January 23, 2014 After 20 years, my stomach churns and my face turns green at even the thought of Southern Comfort.
Huckleberry Posted January 23, 2014 Report Posted January 23, 2014 Heh my college years were like, get off train, on left side, the pub, on right side the school. Guess who won 90 % of the time :D They failed me one year for not attending enough classes, i went apeshit and told them they were devalueing my degree by letting dumbasses who go to class pass just for attendance points. Every friday it was beerparty, drank everyone under the table except for one hot chick, goddamn just thinking about her still gets me horny :D
Eleven Posted January 23, 2014 Author Report Posted January 23, 2014 After 20 years, my stomach churns and my face turns green at even the thought of Southern Comfort. Me too.
dEnnis the Menace Posted January 23, 2014 Report Posted January 23, 2014 After 20 years, my stomach churns and my face turns green at even the thought of Southern Comfort. Me too. after the night I posted about above, the smell alone is enough to make me gag.
Doohicksie Posted January 23, 2014 Report Posted January 23, 2014 I'm just gonna say, what happens in Plattsburgh stays in Plattsburgh. :P
darksabre Posted January 23, 2014 Report Posted January 23, 2014 When I first moved off campus I was living with some guys in a rented house. It had a swimming pool. It was the middle of the winter and it was a roaring party. A few weeks prior the pool cover had blown off in a storm and there was no way in hell it was getting put back on. So I strapped my skates on and hit the pool. "It's like skating on the moon!" is the quote that sticks in my mind. Not falling over the side of an above ground pool was quite the challenge. :P
MattPie Posted January 23, 2014 Report Posted January 23, 2014 None of my stories are from college, oddly enough, but they years after. When I started at my job after college, there were 30 other college hires the same day. So it was similar, except we all had more time and money to work with. We were partying in Fredonia one Saturday night. I forget why, but one person had to be back in Buffalo the next day. So me, my black-out drunk friend, his brother, and black-out's obnoxious girlfriend load up, with brother driving, me behind him, and Obnoxious Girlfriend next to me. A few times on the way up, there's a puking scare from black-out, but it doesn't actually happen. Finally, we're nearly home and it happens. Unfortunately, we're on the 90 between the 400 and 190 when they were working on it, so there's nowhere to pull over. Doubly unfortunately, black-out doesn't get his head far enough out the window. You may see where this is going. Puke hits the door pillar and sprays all over the interior of the car. Obnoxious Girlfriend, being in the main path of the spray, leaps over towards me. Now, I'm not proud of this moment, but I pull her up onto my lap and use her as a human shield.
Cereal Posted January 23, 2014 Report Posted January 23, 2014 Nice. I as well have a story about "puke car". I was in Northern Virginia for work one week, and my friend and I decided to go down to Blacksburg for the spring football game (my alma mater, Virginia Tech). We had some delays getting out of town on the Friday afternoon, but we eventually pull into Blacksburg at 9:15pm. We didn't know exactly where our hosts' new house was, and they were already downtown at our favorite bar. We knew the sidestreet the house was on, so we just parked it there and walked to the bar. From there, it was immediate debauchery, as everyone we knew that was still living there seemingly showed up one by one by one, and we (the two of us with real-people salaries) buy shots for each new arrival. And we love it, because drinking is extraordinarily cheap there compared to the real world. I am beyond blacked out by 11pm. I wake up at around 7am in my old house near downtown, although I didn't even know anyone who still lived there. It's time to rally and begin the tailgate. No one answers their phones, and I walk to the street where our hosts lived. As I stammer down the street, I nearly miss the most ridiculous sight imaginable. My friend is in the front seat of his like-new BMW, with the car on, sleeping in his own vomit. Vomit just everywhere on the interior. This made for an immediate several-stage trip into Walmart (buy new clothes, buy cleaning supplies, buy trash bags) and a subsequently long car ride back to NoVa with the windows down. "Puke car" was traded in for a new car pretty soon afterward.
Wyldnwoody44 Posted January 24, 2014 Report Posted January 24, 2014 I'm so f#ckn hungover right now, sitting in the bathroom of the hotel with the dry heaves, and my dumb @ss decides to open this thread and read about puke.... Go me, but some good reads here lol
sabills Posted January 24, 2014 Report Posted January 24, 2014 When I first moved off campus I was living with some guys in a rented house. It had a swimming pool. It was the middle of the winter and it was a roaring party. A few weeks prior the pool cover had blown off in a storm and there was no way in hell it was getting put back on. So I strapped my skates on and hit the pool. "It's like skating on the moon!" is the quote that sticks in my mind. Not falling over the side of an above ground pool was quite the challenge. :P I walked out and saw that, then started thinking about what to tell the cops when I inevitably was going to have to call for an ambulance in about 42 seconds. How you didn't end up with a broken neck I'll never know.
Assquatch Posted January 24, 2014 Report Posted January 24, 2014 "The time we went skinny dipping at the Super 8." I initially read this as "skinny dipping at Super Bowl 8".
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