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I was relating tales about horrible hangovers with a friend the other day and thought it would make a nice thread filled with warm, happy stories. Let's hear em guys! ( here, i'll go first: )


There i was, slowly sobering up in some godforsaken airport in Greece because my plane had been grounded for 'safety & maintenance reasons'. This was after a night of serious drinking to celebrate the fact that it was the last day of my vacation. I had hoped to be unconcious or at least completely out of my head by the time i got to the airport - and whilst i mostly succeeded in the latter, the announcement that there was a five hour delay totally woke me up in a bad way.

I thought 'coffee will save my life' but the coffee bar was closed and i almost had an emotional breakdown right there in front of that closed door. Angry Greek custom guards with large automatic weapons eyed me suspiciously as they walked by, like i was some kind of smack dealer intent on poisoning their children. I tried looking away whenever i felt they looked at me, but after a few minutes this caused mad waves of paranoia.

The urge to vomit was becoming overwhelming, but i didn't dare to step into the toilets since someone had defiled all of them with liquid shit... the goddamn savages... But one of the most terrible things by far that morning was the fact that there were so many repulsive fat people with small crying children everywhere i looked, enhancing my nausea and producing the most awful cacaphony of sounds i had ever heard. There were feelings of fierce hatred towards my own species raging inside me that morning, it was odd.

I also remember asking one of the stewardesses for some water at one point, but her eyes went big and she stepped back in horror for some reason. This also struck me as odd, but i told myself she was probably going crazy for the same reasons as me, that she was probably a <i>soulmate</i> - which led to me staring at her for the next hour. She stared back once every so often, but it was the stare of a deer caught in headlights.

My ordeal ended hours later, when i finally landed in Amsterdam. I'm never ever ever going to sober up under those conditions again, it was one of the few times in my life where i would have happily welcomed a neckshot.

Ryoki wrote:I also remember asking one of the stewardesses for some water at one point, but her eyes went big and she stepped back in horror for some reason. This also struck me as odd, but i told myself she was probably going crazy for the same reasons as me, that she was probably a <i>soulmate</i> - which led to me staring at her for the next hour. She stared back once every so often, but it was the stare of a deer caught in headlights.

best part :lol:

I have no sobering up stories to share as I've been never so completely blasted in my life that I had to throw up. I know when to quit.

Being the only person with a drivers license helps as well...

C'mon with the stories, people - i know you got some.

ryoki and his wording skills :icon19:

i'll keep it short - its not really a hangover story as it is a getting hammered story but here we go

i had just quit my job and went out with a few friends. we got fucking smashed to say the least. after everything was closed, we found a bar which was open for another hour and therefore justified their rediculous prices. and this point it was just me, 1 friend and a chick - the rest wussied out (or had to work.. same thing). being the stooge-duo that we are, we both had the brilliant idea to take this girl home. luckily, we were roommates at that point so after some smooth moves that involved mentioning the movie Twelve Monkeys, we were on our way - the bar was closed anyways so.

upon arrival at our place, we thought it'd be a good idea to have another drink. I just got this fine bottle of tequila from my co-workers which I hadn't tried yet, so I offered everybody a shot. The girl had a near death experience with tequila once (she took a shot that was spiked with E. wtf) so she declined. This was more reason for us to drink some, just to show her "it's ok and she should take some too". 2 bottles of tequila and numerous failed attempts to impress her with sensitivity, manliness and penis size brags later, she thought it was time to sleep. so she walked into a random room (read: not mine ) and crashed on the bed. My friend, giving me a sneaky look, went after her.
5 minutes later, a hellish beeping noise emerges from his room. Turns out she was diabetic and her insulinemeterthingy was beeping like mad, like the bridge on the Enterprise after encountering fifteen Klingon ships. My friend panicked for she would not wake up. So, he placed a pillow on her belly to muffle the sound and went to sleep.

I fell alseep on the kitchen table.
This is where temporary roommate #3 - a naive young girl from the sticks who has never spent a night in Amsterdam in her life - walks in along with 3 friends she brought over from her home town to show her "her house in the big city". It was 11 am at this point.
They didn't wake me. instead they had breakfast around and over me. Suddenly, with unmatched speed I jump up, fully awake. The looks on these guys' faces was great :icon14:

I went to the nearest couch and fell asleep again. Suddenly the phone rings - it was this dude I was supposed to pick up from the train station 30 mins ago I totally forgot about it. I told him to meet me at a diner near my place for it would be faster that way. Inside I inhaled 2 ham&cheese omelettes in 3 minutes and drank half a litre of milk. I told him I was too fucked to do anything so I sent him back on the train.

I got up to embark on my normally 5 minute trip home. 45 minutes later I managed to get my key in the keyhole and walked in the door. My friend kicked the girl out for "being a bitch playing mindgames". He also questioned the pureheartedness of the young girl after he found out 3 of her male friends stayed over that night. He told her she was "quite the pornqueen, getting all 3 holes filled like that". I agreed :icon14:

I crashed on my bed hoping I would fall asleep and never wake up again. Little did I know, my body didnt agree with the 4 eggs and milk being inserted in by body post-haste, so I threw up in the sink (this was the first and only time I threw up from alcohol btw, and I've been a whole lot more drunk). Then I went back to bed.

Having to scoop up partly digested parts of ham, cheese and egg because you clogged up the sink while you're sober aint fun.

Neither of us got some that night

fuck me that wasnt short at all :icon19:
and they call it a quick reply

Outstanding sir, i applaud you

I woke up one morning with a wicked headache, and lying next to some ugly bitch, with absolutely no recollection about the events of the previous night. Needless to say, I kicked that bitch promptly out of my house and hit back two painkillers and tried to get something together for breakfast. My phone rang.

Hey, it was the mates I went out with last night.

They had photos.

... it took a while to live that one down.

lol ryoki and mkj...

Maybe I'll tell about the barnfest and the puking-on-girlfriend's-clothes-incident. Or the one time I woke up half-naked on a Vietnamese boat on a filthy mattress next to two English girls.....and two german guys next me.
Or that evening when I were happily partying at some Full Moon party on a Thai island and I.....

The only time I've been hungover was after I had smoked most of a dime bag out in my car and then drank an entire bottle of Private Stock along with a few random beers. I don't remember much of that night besides puking on myself and sleeping on the sidewalk. I woke up in a chair so small that I was a minor miracle I was able to sleep in it. Felt sick and disoriented for about 5 hours. Couldn't speak in complete sentances for around 15 hours and I was still forgetting random words for a day or so later.

Ever since then the slightest sip of spiced rum makes me start to puke. It's a shame too because Private Stock was some good shit.

I threw up at a gamestudio and fell asleep, surrounded by nerds.
Does that count?

had to install a customers tv after a heavy night of drinking and 1 hrs sleep

the thing was half on and half off the wall when i asked her to hold it so i could use her toilet

which i then missed completely and finished the job as quickly as possible where i could return back to work for a ear wigging about 'making her toilet smell all funny'

not to mention stopping the car every so many miles to stick me head out the window for a quick heev

i think the worst drinking-related incident that happened to me was quaffing pint glasses containing rum and coke (in unknown proportions) then vomiting all over a transsexual guy's forecourt. i'd eaten peperami the night before so it looked like guts. oh, and then some guy called roger thanked me for lending him my headphones which i didn't remember lending him because i was too wasted.

then there was the time i got shitfaced with my gf at a party thrown by the marines at the US embassy in london, fell asleep on the train home, missed my stop, had only enough cash to get halfway home by taxi, and walked the rest of the way through rural hertfordshire in the middle of the night - i got home pretty quick for all the piss 'n' puke stops on the way, and spent the next day zombified.

this is why i no longer touch alcohol.

memph got some aswell, ask him about the time where we was standing in wanakabout and as he went to boff on my leg i switched the direction of his face into some blonde whores bra :icon19:

Flamers from R&R will probably comment on the end of this one (which is finally the hangover).

A friend of mine was having a "going away party" at his house the day before he moved. We had assloads of alcohol. About four or five types of beer, and at least 3 30 packs to each type. (Coors, Molsen, some german beer.. and I don't remember what else). We also had Jack Daniels, E&J, few kinds of rum, and some other shit people mixed themselves and brought along in big ass bottles. There was like six or seven people with this stuff, so we all got shitfaced and sat in his backyard and made a big fire, and this kid Dave started talkin' to me about black holes and how the fuck they are made. So we had a fucking stupid 3 hour conversation about how "air pockets in space make black holes"... then Joey caught his ass on fire trying to fart on it so he was rolling around and Dave got up and pissed on him and fucking passed out... he was done, we left him there. I put out the fire and we all went inside and Joey's mom started bitchin' about us being too loud and she don't want the cops coming to her house and whatnot, so Joe took a shower and we went to The Pits (a place in my old neighborhood with lotsa sand and shit, for quads mostly, but it's surrounded by woods). We brought all the liquor with us and I don't know how much I drank, but after I was done yelling at the monkeys and strangling the trees, I decided to goto the basketball court and crawl up the pole and lay behind the backboard and goto sleep for about 10 hours.
Some shirtless white-kid started yellin' up to me asking me wtf I was doing there... he's like, "do you have a home, man?" I jumped down and fell and just kinda mumbled at him and walked back to my house and crawled into bed. When I woke up at like 4 I had a pretty bad hangover and had to goto court, lol.

Man, I hate hangovers. I try to avoid over drinking, a good buzz is all you really need to have a good time.

got really drunk and brought a real fat ugly broad home.
my buddies actually put her in my cab and drunk i figured why not i guess.

anyhoo .. i passed out minutes after getting a hotel room at $175 a night and starting to have sex .. i remember passing out with my head down there "know what i mean "

anyhoo .. i wake up next morning alone naked with my wallet and money stolen. :icon34:

i called my buddy to pick me up and take me home because i had no cab money.

as we near my place i spot the woman and didn't dare tell my buddy Joe to stop because what Was a Midnight Princess turned out to be the ugliest Woman i've ever seen. :icon28:

So i'm out a couple hundred and because when i go out i only bring a debit card that is all i lost.

no more hangover and i really cut down drinking after that.

edit : she was also an indian

lol, ax, I would've robber her for both her wallet and my own, had that happened to me.

:icon19: good story axbaby

Kammesennin wrote:lol, ax, I would've robber her for both her wallet and my own, had that happened to me.

From the looks of his story, I doubt you would. I would be more worried about the buffalo being pregnant. :icon30:

Yeah, I've done the "wake up and realize you're screwing a munter" one. Never again.

Worst hangover involved waking up and thinking that the best way to deal would be to eat four bags of chicken flavoured crisps, one after the other, and then vomiting in the sink. The sink blocked and I couldn't figure out how to unblock it, so in my diminishe mental state I poured a whole bunch of shampoo in there. So yeah, I now had a sink full of vomit lather. I passed out again and when I woke up I went out and bought a sink plunger.

Best moment drinking ever - after finishing finals, I downed a bottle of champagne and then went punting on the river. After being stone cold sober for about 10 minutes the alcohol suddenly hit me and I was lashed. I suddenly needed to pee really badly, so I stood up and got my cock out (this was in front of a whole bunch of tourists, in the middle of the day, in central Oxford), and then fell face forward into the river. I didn't even know it had happened until someone fished me out.....

My best hangover story is from march break a few years ago, when i woke up the first morning of march break in my neighbour's minivan , freezing cold, wearing someone else's shoes, missing my backpack (containing my notes, glasses, some clothes, and TI-83 calculator) and my keys. If i hadn't found the minivan unlocked i probably would have died, because it was -15 or colder, im sure. That's what happens when you go to an afterparty, funnel beer till you puke, and keep drinking.

at least ive never woken up beside an ugly chick.

[and ive never woken up beside a guy at all so dont say it :E]

just got back from Spain couple of hours ago, still not feeling too good. We also went out during the last night to 'finish' the vacation. We got back around 6, and we had to leave the apartment at 9, so that pretty much meant no sleep with the current heat there.

In the bus home i constantly had the need to vomit, but i couldn't. It fucking sucks, i mean when i just throw up i instantly feel a lot better but this time i couldnt, my stomach just kept irritating me. So i sat there, waiting for the 10min stops which where given every 4 hours or so, hoping i could throw up and get it over with.

it didnt work, so i sat there completely ignoring some happy girl who didnt really understood what i was going through ;( Luckily i didnt threw up in the bus, i hate when people do that. It slowly faded away though, but i had no sleep during the trip, feeling ill all the way.

Don't really have any hangover stories. I feel like shit for a while after waking up, then it goes away. Bout it. I learned to work and basically function with a hangover a long time ago when I would get hammered every night. I can't even remember the last time I threw up from drinking. I think it was sometime in the 80's.

lol those are funny... I don't have any funny hangover stories although I'm currently living one today.