My best mate from school came back from uni one weekend with a young lady he was trying to impress - we went out for a "few" drinks and I ended up in a passionate embrace with her. She came up for air and said "Chris isn't going to like this" and I just looked over her shoulder and said "Why don't you turn round and ask him?"
He is still my best mate, and I was his best man, but he didn't marry her....
BoardinBob you were bummed?
Erm I havent done alot except go for a piss up against a scout hut.
But my mate went for a piss on someones door (only 50 metres from the club with just walked out of). With the occupents clearly awake with the lights on.
I once went for a piss at house party and when I came back downstairs everyone pointed out my trousers were wet, turned out I forgot to take it out and had just stood in front of the toilet and pissed myself
rang up an ex girlfriend on the morning of her wedding
i drove the car that towed my mate on his skates.
he was a good looking lad before that day 
Just remebered another funny one. In Darwin is Aus got drunk with two lads - one of who had fairly bad cerebral palsy ( spastic) we decide we wanted to go for a swim and the only pool we knew was in a posh hotel - too posh for us to get into. We stripped starkers on the street and ran into the grounds of the hotel and dived into the pool - loads of posh folk around it. Swan a couple of lengths climbed out and got our clothes and got dressed and legged it - apart from the lad with the CP couldn't get his trousers up and was staggering around in the middle of the road trousers round his knees as the cops arrived. He got arrested and we had a right laugh. We did go and bail him out a couple of hours later tho - the cops just let him go. I don't think they knew what to do with a drunk naked raspberry 
Had a bike race in Ontario Canada.
Drove to the U.S. right afterwards and made it to Chicago by around midnight.
Two friends and I started drinking heavy when we spied the water fountain at Daley Plaza.
We were still sweaty and dirty, so we got naked, swam around and, while others were still swimming, I took all the clothes and ran around the corner with the pasty-skinned guys in pursuit.
No cars by Daley Plaza, but around the corner was pretty busy.
Lots of horn-honking and yelling.
Puked into my cupboard thinking it was the bathroom
Went for a piss and didnt realise the toilet seat was down
Went to pay in some cheques and ended up with a 4 grand loan
Went back to my office, screwed up my work, then went back down thew pub and phoned my boss abusing her asjing why she wasnt out drinking while she was stuck fixing my work
spend about 250 quid in a strip club
a german girl
Oh actually a mate of mine managed a good one, he walked about a mile sleep walking up blackheath hill and was woken up on the heath by the police wondering why he was sleeping there at 3 in the morning with no coat on and no shoes in the middle of winter. he had to phone his missus to pick him up as he didnt know his way back to our place. she was not best pleased
Lifted, with a bunch of Welsh, rugby playing, drunk, idiots, a Mini from its parking place and put it on a traffic island............in the middle of a dual carriage way.................that was surrounded by concrete bollards. Still feel a bit guilty about that.
whilst sober (after being thrown out of a supergrass gig for crowd surfing Gaz got my shoe though) built a see saw in my mates student house garden based on the one at glentress unfortunately it was only 3" wide....
So I crashed big that day came back off me tits on laughing gas got plastered and while my mate was trying to ride over the see saw covered the shop bike we were using with petrol and lit it.
Another guy said I'm not sure - I said whats the worst that can happen - he dislocated his thumb.
While at a wedding out the country went for a swim in the rooftop pool in my boxers then pulled outside room keycard doesnt work, run down to reception on the spiral marble staircase and slip bouncing into reception of a 5* hotel on my ass in my boxers, told them my room number and it worked (and she was still hanging onto my door handle)
Climbed buildings & scaffolding
Went for a walk at a black tie dinner in Llanberris ended up halfway up snowdon then up at Pen-y-Pass finally cops picked me up in Nantperis, apparently Mtn Rescue were coming out.
Played Higher Lower one night with a bottle of beer, bottle of port and a bottle of highland park, dont remember much after
I've forgotten most of the stupid things I've done or never remembered them anyway.
Back in the Navy days, came in from a club in Gosport at 4am and pi$$ed all over one of the lads I was sharing a mess with, he had a big woollen blanket on him, woke up freezing in the morning he did and stinking.
Once phoned a girl I was having a bit of a thing with whilst on a night out with the girlfriend of the time, she caught me waffling bullshit at the back of a boozer on a mobile didn't realise she was sat next to me listening, drink is great but time hasn't healed those wounds.
Once crashed at my mates folks after a heavy night in my youth, woke up and couldn't get out of the living room and ended up pi$$ing over his TV and sky box, this was early 90's when sky was new and cost and arm and a leg.
I think I've made some almighty mistakes over the years and I do wonder why I still drink sometimes.
Many years ago - thinking back I must have been fifteen or sixteen - it wasn't uncommon for my friends and I to wander for miles around the countryside whilst enjoying ourselves on drink and substances.
For quite some time I'd find myself ending the night with a hugely-chested girl, usually by default rather than by design, because we'd catch up with each other roaming around with our respective packs of friends. She was mucky, and as a horny teenager, that appealed to me. On this occasion, it was carnival night, so our usual alcohol consumption had tripled at least.
She and I found ourselves in a field behind her parents' house, and in my semi-conscious state was I surprised to find that she was trying to coax some life from my disappointingly out-of-commission goods. Oh, how desperately she was trying to breathe life into it...
Suddenly I became aware of a figure stalking towards us in the moonlight. I ushered the girl to cease her efforts, and in doing so she caught sight of the approaching person.
"It's me mam! You better leg it!"
Usain Bolt might have run in record time with an untied shoelace. I ran faster with my kecks round my ankles and a soft lob on.
The quickest exit, and the one which my beer compass knew was in the direction of home, was to run west over the field and vault the fence, so that's what I did. What I didn't know at the time, but I'll never forget, was that 'over the fence' is a 60 degree slope covered in deep bramble bushes. And I still had my banger out.
Eventually I came to rest somewhere near the bottom of the hill, lacerated and screaming, my flesh trapped by the barbed plants. Ruined, I lay back and expected to die, but fate wasn't kind enough to let that happen. I was in someones garden, and they were coming for me.
Like the one that got away, I struggled free from the skewers that pinned my skin and made it over the final fence to freedom, but I'd been spotted by the home owner and needed to put some distance between their house and me, and more importantly, the police they would doubtless call.
Some hours later I awoke, several miles from home, sleeping by a reservoir. I walked back to my parents' house feeling remarkably well, but remembering little of the night before.
Later that day, I met a friend who told me that I'd copped off with the large-breasted girl again. It was news to me, but no matter. I was quite pleased with myself - none of my other mates had pulled that night.
A fortnight later and I stepped off a coach in a French car park. I was on a school trip and this was a rest stop. One of the teachers, who was travelling on the second bus, called me over for a one-to-one chat. I knew I'd been arsing about on the bus, but he was on a different vehicle. Nonetheless, he didn't look too happy.
"Next time you're getting a BJ, keep the noise down, and when you're making your way home, don't try and take a shortcut through my garden".
I was remarkably subdued for the remainder of that trip.
came back after a heavy session at the pub whilst in halls. Jumped in the shower, then the fire alarm goes off. Run outside in dressing gown, it's very windy and i'm like marylyn monroe flashing my danglers.
another, downed half a bottle of rum and booked a holiday to dublin, with the intent of carrying on drinking. (This was actually good!)
fell down pyla dune after 2L of wine, that was epic.
Next time you're
a. at Centre Parks
b. bored of an evening - after the pool has closed
..take a look at where the outdoor pool exits / enters the main dome and you'll see it's closed off with a roller shutter - it was not always like that....
Used to to be it was just one of those plastic / rubber curtain things - the type you see on warehouse doors - as we found out on a jolly-boys weekend many moons ago.
Seeing this, someone had the bright idea we shuffle down the slope (dry cos the outside pool system is drained at night) and go play in the main dome 
All pumps for food and drink were on - o'course no-one would expect anyone to be in there so, we lark about for a bit, no damage but we'd pulled a couple of beers and the odd ice-cream (so rock and roll!!) then we spied security were on the way in....
We all scarper, dive into boating lake, seemed a sensible way to erm, 'disguise' the fact we'd been swimming in the pool....
Security collar us, can't say toooo much when we deny all knowledge of being in the building.... we get a rollocking but don't get asked to leave site!
And that, ladies and gents, is why they now use the roller shutter.....
Oh, and, end of the weekend, took us about 10 trips to take loan bikes (of all shapes and sizes) back to the hire shop - we'd got into the habit of simply 'borrowing' the nearest one to hand when we came out of the club of a night....
when I first moved into the flat I'm in now(about 9 years ao) I went on a night out with, for some strange reason about 400 quid on me. so off i go, see my friendly dealer and buy 5 tablets, get into club, drunk and high. meet a couple of friends and we get royally trashed, so I'm walking around the club smoking, and see a girl and her boyfriend, the girl has an ashtray on her leg, and as the tab I'm smoking is nearly dead, i say excuse me, and stub the tab out in the ashtray. Only I'm seeing things, and I've just stubbed a tab out on a girls leg , whoops. 5 secs later and I've been decked.
oh well, get up continue getting trashed, and eventually leave the club and I've got nothing, no keys, wallet phone or money, sh*t!
end up at a friends house and at about 4 I head home, get back for 4.30ish, no keys so bang on the door trying to wake my flatmate up, no answer, his rooms at the back of the flat, so I go around the back, climb over the gate and start banging on his window, I can see him through a crack in the curtains but he's not moving so I bang on the window for about 15 minutes, still not moving. Look around the garden, oh sh*t there's loads of kids toys in this yard, its the wrong house...
finally get into my house at 6ish, do it all again the next night, oh to be in my 20s again!
There are many other stories like this...
Whilst travelling around asia, went out for a 'few drinks on the beach' in in koh samui, thailand with two mates and a guy we had just met who was travelling alone. The night ended up with me getting my nipple pierced, one mate gettin his eyebrow done, the other gettin his lip done and we managed to persuade this guy we had just met to get 'you're name' tattood on his arse because 'girls will find it hilarious'. ! Then my mate ended up going back to a prozzies house and getting threatened by the prozzie and two of her mates with bamboo sticks. God i miss thailand....
went to see a mates flash new rented place in Aberdeen, which came complete with a new swimming pool block set in the gardens. he'd jammed the door so we could get in after the 10pm curfew. Cue much hilarity in the pool until I decide to do a (fateful) final dive. Everyone else was leaving and I went for a swan dive, forgetting that i was now at the shallow end. Smashed into the pool floor head first and luckily didn't get knocked out, otherwise i'd have drowned. no split head, no smashed teeth, no drowning. nobody believed me either - thought i was at it.
once got really drunk on a stag do in brussels and lost at least half an hour in a dodgy looking gentlemans club which to this day i have no record of.
once got wasted on a night out at tiger tiger in glasgow and on the bus on the way home I asked the birthday girl if I could smell her pussy. When she replied, outraged, that I could not I suggested it may be her feet then. Little did I realise just how badly this went down on the bus and I was exiled to the back with several of her male friends wanting to give me a kicking at the back of the bus.
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