The Gong Show
General Chat => Open Chat => Topic started by: Drew on September 13, 2006, 02:18:20 PM
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I did a quick search because I thought this thread already existed. Post here if you have a hangover. Extra points if you post in the drunk thread the night before and then here.
I have a hangover from copious amounts of rye and then double fisting pints of beer at the bar. I was saved by going through McDonald's drive thru. It was made better because we got the cabbie to stay after we got our order and then we got the order of the people behind us as well. Was that wrong? Now I'm in class and my head is sore. I am also chugging water and not listen to my tax professor.
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Hangover aquired.
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Motion seconded. But it was glorious.
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I am never hungover!
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I am never hungover!
That may be related to the fact that you are weak. Just a thought though.
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By weak, do you mean the fact that she hardly ever drinks?
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Probably something along those lines I would imagine.
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Okay I am hungover as a result of a huge party last night. I know you are all hungover too, so let's here the stories.
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I haven't slept yet, I was drinking Rye and water last night, and I puked at McDonalds. Can anyone fill in the blanks for me?
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Steve and Badwin talked all night!
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You puked there this morning? Because that is awesome. Hopefully you made it to a toilet.
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Ya, I made it to the bathroom. I almost puked the first time, but it was the second trip that was for all the marbles.
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well I feel like absolute shittiness I almost puked and had to have the window down and the heat turned off this morning in my Dads truck on the way to pickup my car and I didn't even make it too Mucks place because of my crazy ex-girlfriend
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I puked too as I went to leave my house to go volunteer at a conference. Funny thing was that it was a glass of water that did it, not the teeth brushing. My stomach was quite angry with me all day. Ah, good times, good times....
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We are a bunch of lushes.
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Mike and I were not talking, I was passed out under the slober shield (Jay's Jacket), to keep the Alston, or Charlie drool off of me.
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I'm so glad to have all you as my friends... it's like a drinkers support group because I look at all of you and don't feel so bad anymore.
Yay... I'm not alone!
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Birds of feather and all that hey Shad. I am pretty sure we'll all be able to sponsor one another when it comes time for AA! Yay for drunken lunatics!
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Well folks it is Wednesday morning and of late I have made a habit of being hungover on Wednesdays. Today is no exception, the world is as it should be. Cheap draft at the Phoenix, one wicked 2 am pita from the Pita Pit, and we have a good time.
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Not sure if I am drunk or hungover. But I do have the shakes
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Oh I was sure still drunk when I got my 9:55 wake up call for school help. Well done guys, well done. PIG IN A BLANKET!!
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Yay for RYE! We need this pig in a blanket thing to die... please.... die.....
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Come one, come all. Pull up a chair and I will regale you with my epic story of lust, greed, passion, pride, bravery, and all sorts of other descriptive words that I'm too god damn lazy to think up.
This is a story of a man...and not just any man. A really, really drunk man.
The story starts, as most stories do, with a humble beginning. A simple poker game with a six-pack. I'll be damned if there is nothing more innocuous and righteous than gambling and drinking. Now I admit that lesser men would have stopped after losing all their money and consuming their beer. But I am happy to assert that I am not a lesser man. Nay, I am a hero. A drunken, drunken hero.
The night was young, the beer was cold, and the women were afraid...very afraid. We young men ventured forth to wreck havoc across all of Fredericton in the only way we knew how. We hit the bar. In hindsight this trip was completely unnecessary, but hindsight is for women and pussies. Do you think Columbus would have faltered on his way to America? Do you believe that Neil Armstrong had second thoughts about going to the moon? Would you dare assert that instead of invading Europe, Napoleon should have just stayed home and took a nap? Would you? That’s what I thought.
One road beer later and we were two fisting pints of sketchy draught. Sometimes sipping, often chugging. One of our members was unfairly cut off from the bar for being “too drunk”. As if there is such a thing. Another unnamed protagonist tried to goad fellow bar patrons into a fight by shouting at them from across the room. By the end of the night, the bar was ours. All others had left shaking their heads in disgust. We were the victors and victory pints were due.
As all stories have a beginning they must also draw to a close. Our unlikely heroes managed to hail a cab against all odds by somehow convincing the driver that we would not vomit on his seats. True to our word we made it home, pizza in hand. An inconspicuous end to match our humble beginning. Truly the stuff that dreams are made of.
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one single tear rolled down my proud cheek.
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This is the stuff dreams are made of.
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my hang over will be minimized by the 12 glasses of water I have drank... HAHAHAHAHA suckers
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That's also the reason why he has plastic sheets on his bed!
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Guess who's not hung over!!!
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Me?
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well i wish i could say the same about not being hung over but it was all worth it. That was pretty much an awsome night. Now i get to go play soccer and probly puke all over the feild.
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sucker.... you should have drank 10+ glasses of water.....
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HOLLLLLLLYYYY shit.... I have finally got my ass out of bed, and yes, I realize that is is almost quarter to 4 in the afternoon. Last night I thought that I could drink my sickness away, but I now know that it is only a temporary fix. The combination of sickness and hangover is lethal... So anyway, about last night, the rest of you should fill me in on the other stupid shit that I did. I forget everything from about 20 minutes before we left the strippers. However, I did manage to almost punch that bitch of a bartender in the face, call Krista a slut, try to make Krista piss herself in the car on the way home, do some pencil rolls on Bob's front lawn, get in a scrap with Jay, lose a shoe (temporarily) and make Mike jealous. That sounds like a pretty productive evening, but I'm there is more. Someone else fill me in!!