Ouch

Rick Stirling

I don't remember anything after 11pm. I have figured out that at some time a badger crawled into my mouth and died. At some point I might have consumed a small child judging by the amount of blood. and the shoes.

Rick Stirling

i have a set of playing cards. and some nail clippers. and a moustache.

rooster

Why does this story sound so familiar..

bearkub

Because this happens to Rick every weekend? =D

Ninjas

What is the point of getting completely sloshed and doing crazy shit if you can't even recall what happened?

Rhinokey

when i used to work at the sawmill one of the guys who worked with me came in one monday talking about how completely wasted he got the night before, he went on and on about it, then when we were going out to head to lunch he noticed something in the back of his truck.. aparently the night before in a drunken stupor he went to wall mart, and purchased 4 direct tv satalite dish systems, and had all 4 of them just sitting in the back of his truck.

PfhorRunner

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What is the point of getting completely sloshed and doing crazy shit if you can't even recall what happened?

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My guess is that sometimes it can be fun to try to figure out what you did the night before. Imagination at work!

Mark Dygert

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What is the point of getting completely sloshed and doing crazy shit if you can't even recall what happened?

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So your friends can tell you all about the crazy shit you did and how sloshed you where, isn't that the whole reason anyone goes drinking with friends? Well that and the fact that someone might be more likely to roll you over so you don't pull a Hendrix.

KDR_11k

Dude, where's my car?

danr

was this the crissmuss party?

i want blackmail info on either les/gorde/lucien or i'm not interested

Rick Stirling

It was indeed (the second one, the sit down one with partners not hte fancy dress from last week (which was even worse, took me an entire day to be able to see)), an I have no blackmail stuff. Yet.

Free bar.

Ninjas

It would be cool to get ultra drunk and then eat my own feces. Then I really would be glad I didn't remember it. Of course I would have my buddies take photos, so in that way it would be a memory I could cherish forever.