what's the most stupid/idiotic thing you've done whilst intoxicated?

what and possibly who is the most stupid/idiotic thing you’ve done whilst intoxicated?

i’m not fussed if alcohol is your poison or if crack is, but i’m craving some crazy stories of intoxicated antics 😈

too many to mention, seriously.

Once when very of my face on coke I was waiting for a mate next to a church field at about 4am. I had some on me, and was paranoid about being stopped by the police, so I sat under a tiny, newly planted pine christmassy type tree in the middle of the field and ripped the branhes off to ‘camouflauge’ myself.

me and a mate climbed to the top of the warehouse racking while wasted on gin. three storey warehouse. we danced on the boxes then swung from the roof beams. still gives me a chill if i look at it these days…

got married

I did a spectacular stage dive at last years Big Bike Bash on the Saturday night after a few beers.

Unfortunately this wasn’t followed by crowd surfing, I just hit the ground hard and dislocated both shoulders.

The rest of the weekend was quite painful and it was Tuesday before I could get to a hospital for proper drugs.

Got naked in my mates girlfriends garage on her birthday. In December. Wasn’t particularly flattering, as you can imagine.

Not a lot – i’ve led a very sheltered life 😕

Buried a cocktail stick in a strangers ar$e?

20th birthday. After having my shirt torn off me and thrown in the open fire by admittedly well-meaning Skye pub regulars (it was very ugly), tried to put it back on. While it was on fire.

Then fell asleep in a ditch on the way back to the bothy.

Got very, very drunk one night with my ex-g/f and and wandered stark naked into her mum’s bedroom.

Twice.

Michelle, we don’t talk anymore.

I once attempted to do a trick i had never managed on a BMX as a child, on a mountain bike. As a pissed up adult.
I landed on my face.
I also forgot what time i was supposed to meet my GFs train.(Same day).
So turned up at the train station dragging my bike behind me with blood streaming down my face, shrugged it off as just a scratch and then suggested we go to the nearby pub for “lashings of ale”.

I was not allowed lashings of ale and was promtly taken home.

Wrestled a Turkish Cypriot soldier to the ground and took the magazine off his rifle!

After at least half a litre of smirnoff blue in a couple of hours pulled the emergency stop on an Edinburgh to Glasgow train, TWICE, then threw up all over the carriage. We split up to avoid getting arrested by the BTP on arrival in Glasgow Queen St. Then lost my mate who i was with (smilar state) wandered around glasgow for a couple of hours trying to find him and didn’t get hold of him until the next day. How we didn’t get taken to the cells I dont know.
The guard realised we were completely out of it and chose to let us go I think.

Fell of a (small )cliff going thru a tree on the way down – bumped and bruised but it took a while to find my way back out.

also arrested for street surfing on the roof of a car in hicksvile australia

I’m not even going to tell you because you probably wouldn’t believe half of it and I’m certainly not proud of most of it anymore.
However, probably most of the best laughs I’ve had and birds (inc wife) pulled etc have been whilst pished and so have 90% of the total f#ck ups I’ve made in my life.
The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.

I’m from Scotland BTW 😯

I once attempted to do a trick i had never managed on a BMX as a child, on a mountain bike. As a pissed up adult.

Well, you know what they say. Skids are for kids.

Mine was after a colleagues leaving drinks a good few years ago now.

6 pints of stella then went through the entire cocktail shots menu (all 16 of them). I thought it would be a good idea to have a race with a couple of mates and I managed to down them all in 31 seconds. Shortly after I don’t remember a thing but apparently done half the menu again and another pint of stella.

I got thrown out for having a ‘play fight’ with a mate then ended up with a mate and his missus hailing a cab for us. I got about a mile and a half away from my house and had to ask the cab driver to pull over so that I could puke. I got out and he drove off so I ended up walking the rest of the way. I really can’t remember what happened after this but I woke up at the bottom of a 10ft wall in the local library garden covered in blood (broken nose – I must have landed on my face) and with several missed calls on my mobile. Luckily a mate managed to decipher a phone call from me and had come to find me and took me home.

I’ve never been that drunk ever again, was scary to think what could have happened.

for me its either:

my 18th where my parents took the carpets up and opened up the house to about 120+ teenagers, encouraged me to ‘down’ the many drinks they had lined up in the kitchen…

my memories of the night consist of crawling up the stairs from the kitchen, somehow arriving in the loft (converted) and being comforted by several kindly young ladies whilst i threw up out the skylight down the roof, getting a blow-job from an ex whilst her current (and much stronger/bigger) boyfriend was downstairs, mum walking around making toast for all the stoned teenagers at 4am, deciding to go to bed at 6:45am on the office floor then waking up at 6:52am feeling fine and deciding its time to clean the house up haha.

or:

well out of the other examples i could put here i dont really want to admit them online.. or to anyone apart from the people involved at the time! 😳

Buried a cocktail stick in a strangers ar$e?

I read that as cocktail sausage

Drunk and after a gig we re-coned some roadworks then watched all the traffic leaving the gig getting confused as they were directed down someone’s drive.

Managed to throw up in 3 cabs on the way home once, a £20 journey cost me the best part of £100 that night.

Skinny dipped at a beach in Newquay…only to turn away from the sea and see lots of people in the restaurant on the beach looking at us.

Rode home from uni one night absolutely hammered. Can’t remember anything about the ride but do remeber waking up to see that I had left the front door open with my bike only have in it.

Lots that I can’t ever divulge. But from the collection of more repeatable drunken fluff ups I can add:

Snorting lines of wasabi and daves insanity sauce

And piercing my own perineum

Snorting lines of wasabi and daves insanity sauce

we went through a phase of doing that at school… my best mate at the time Rick was an expert and being eager to please would snort anything we put in front of him

philconsequence: Your parents sound legendary!

Or it could’ve been some sinister plot to get you to drink so much that you never wanted to drink again?

also a football trip to York springs to mind. 3 days of boozing (that included a vey successful saturday at the races) climaxed in a coachride back to newcastle on sunday evening. I had previously spent 30 quid on two bottle of red wine to drink on the way home. i opened the first one and poured it over my head, opened the second one and poured it down my trousers. we had a comfort break on the way back, in a field, where a couple of the lads stripped me naked and disposed of my clothes. I then had to walk through the streets of a newcastle suburb totally naked. The best way to do this I decided was to knock on peoples windows (it was about midnight) and when they pulled back the curtains tI shouted “LOOK AT ME I’M NAKED” I then got home and smashed my mobile up.

Threw up all over some girls living room (house party) whilst everyone else was asleep. Decided I didn’t want to be in that room any more so went and slept in my car then drove home the next day hopefully before anyone woke up and found the damage. It’s great because nobody knows who did it and I really don’t like that girl. It’s also the only time I’ve ever been sick from drinking – never having cheap white rum again 😯

Got involved in a fight in a club in Liverpool which I forget the name of now. Getting involved in a fight wasn’t unusual or particularly stupid in those days but in this one the bouncers were hells angels. I knew the reputation of the place but I guess since we were regulars we got used to things and forgot. Me and the other lad were outside very quickly and being shown the business end of a machete. I got the picture.

Got naked in my mates girlfriends garage on her birthday. In December. Wasn’t particularly flattering, as you can imagine.

Well, you know what they say. Skids are for kids.

Also traversed the entire span of the suspension bridge in chester hand over hand no feet allowed whilst very drunk in full goth regalia including a vintage frock coat which would absorbed the entire river dee if I’d have gone swimming. The lost boys has a lot to answer for

afro… not going to lie, as a teenager i couldn’t have asked for better parents. no rules other than “if you’re going to do something, make sure its an informed decision” which meant i had nothing to rebel against, thus negating the need to try silly substances or go off the rails.

dad thought it was hilarious to make me down a pint of (3 years out of date) guinness which contributed to the throwing up more than anything else that night. a load of people from basingstoke crashed that party and however many years later one of those guys is one of my best friends. 🙂

Does anyone else wake up after a night out boozing with the thought that you’re sure you did something ridiculously stupid but you can’t remember what it was?

Went to Austria.

Does anyone else wake up after a night out boozing with the thought that you’re sure you did something ridiculously stupid but you can’t remember what it was?

chances are they’re still locked in the bathroom trying to work out how to open the door if they’re that stupid 😉

I’m not sure I should be mixing with you lot any more you all sound terribly uncouth….. 😉

I of course haven’t done anything at all….

I haven’t been caught doing anything…. same thing

The night I was the meat in a TSY and philconsequence sandwich. Still seeing a therapist.

The night I was the meat in a TSY and philconsequence sandwich. Still seeing the rapist.

we on for sat night darling? 😉

Missed the last coach out of London back to Bournemouth, me and my then gf were wasted and arguing, security called the Police i threatened the Police and got banged up in Belgravia police station for the night 🙄

I was scared shitless.

Not many people know that.

Still seeing a therapist

Is TSY the therapist or is it phil?

whilst trying to impress a girl i was dressed as Bungle (Rainbow), got too drunk and was carried out of the pub, by two nuns, Goldilocks and a giant egg.

whilst trying to impress a girl i was dressed as Bungle (Rainbow), got too drunk and was carried out of the pub, by two nuns, Goldilocks and a giant egg.

Genuine lol