Well, I am a little drunk at the moment. Nevertheless, hearken to my words carefully. All you have to do is tell me the craziest thing you have ever done either while being drunk or sober.

The craziest most batshit insane story wins - it has to be believable though and not something that you'd conjure out of your arse.; hence you could supplement it with proof if you would like.

Note: I"ll zero down on the winner by t'morrow.Jana

I'm not even going to try because I expect someone to come along with a story like they did cocaine while driving a flaming car 100 miles an hour from cops or something.

So I offer a thank you for the give away and +1 for you.

Punched a random guy in the face for no reason

Thanks. +1

unfortunately while I want to play Shadow Warrior I'm too boring to do anything like that. :(

I went to work on monday. With only 5 of us (because two were on vacation, and one called in sick) supporting over 2000 businesses in 17 countries right before the peak of busy season was nuts!

To elaborate, I support the fastest growing Fitness Franchise in the world, listed by "Franchise Magazine" as one of the top 10 in the world (surrounded by companies suchas McDonalds). The owners and employees are great people, but very few are tech saavy. It's my job to be fixing their electronics, security systems, computers, and networks remotely or over the phone.

I decided that's one of the most insane things I've done :P

Oh, and when I was a wrestler, I wrestled for 2 weeks with a broken hand before going to the doctor. I didn't lose a single match then either :)

I think that most insane thing was post in this forum when drunk.

Think of the feedback.. The feedback!
I still wake up screaming.

Edit: And I remember making my own kinda like this giveaway, there I told my stories.. It wasn't really popular. =P

I always have something strange to tell my friends and if I don't have in the moment, well, I just do it. But now I'm sleepy and my memory fails me so all I can remember is me putting fire in the classroom when I was at school... chair went on fire, paper notes, a friend's hair got burnt and all that just because I played a bit too much with my lighters.
Then after the class was over the principal called each one separately to her and asked if they knew anything. Everyone negated, but came out of the principal's whispering to me "we didn't told her anything".

I'm afraid that possibly won't be sufficient. I don't do drugs so I cant tell you Fictionvision's story. ;) The closest I come to drugs is when I'm trying some weird meditations with my eyes closed and start seeing flying Cokes floating with tarot cards appearing from inside the glass and try to read them but them pictures don't stop moving. And some other stranger things you see on meditations. But those are particular (not +18, don't get me wrong) and I would prefer not to tell them.

Like Fictionvision, I will wait for someone telling how they injested marijuana cakes and then proceeded to use mushrooms, just to get out of the room on fire yelling that the martians are attacking him from the shadows and spent 1 hour running to then get below a cold shower for thirty minutes while weakly banging the head against the wall continously. Because hell, someone already told me something like this, not so long ago.

I passionately made out with my dog pookie while I was shit drunk once, and I had to say, it really wasn't as bad as you might imagine, I mean pookie has some serous tongue moves. and I went to the balcony and started shutting: "why why !! why did you leave me!!! why!!!!" funny thing is, that at a high school party and a friend of mine was recording me the whole time. so long story short, that video spread in my school like hot potato, every one had it on their cellphone the called me psycho-dude for a week (lol) and my friend, that got me on video, was taking an art class, he actually submitted the video to his teacher as a side project and got extra credit for it, I was like what the ........, why don't I get extra credit? I am the one kissing the damn dog and shouting nonsense in front of hundreds (there were only like 9 people at the party but whatever) of people, I did all the hard work.

I was going to submit something but then I read: Yeah, no way I'm gonna beat that. But +1 for the OP!

1) (Long story) Ok, so I was an underage drinker with very little experience under my belt. I was living in my own apartment with my girlfriend and one of our friends had left us a bottle of vodka. A really big bottle of vodka. I don't know the size, as I have not, and will not, look at vodka again.

Anyways, the bottle was 4/5 full. So my girlfriend and I were bored and in a practically unfurnashed apartment. So we decided to grab a deck of cards and play a drinking game. Our game of choice was War. Now as the rules I made up stated, every lost hand designated a shot, or a big sip off of some tall screw drivers we made. I opted to go the shot route first...

After losing the first six hands dealt, my head was sent into a crazy spiral, but on I fought. I won a few hands and decided at that point that I would move on to my screw driver, which, at this point, went down like water. In two hands I had the srew driver down and made another one. I was filling the glass about 1/2 vodka, 1/2 oj. It was brutal for a lightweight.

Well just as I polished off the last swig it hit me. I tried to stand and the world was jello. I had to piss, but confused I just stood in my bathroom doorway pissing into the room on the floor crying out to my girlfriend "Help, I'm missing the toilet!" By the time she got there (as she was quite toasty herself) I had finished. In desperation she grabbed my shower towel and dropped it on the floor to clean up the mess, but decided to hang it back up on the rack to dry afterwards. (That was a fun realization the next time I showered...)

From there my memory gets fuzzy. I don't know how, or why, but somehow I came to slightly, naked, in the middle of my kitchen, arms held high, boner pointing skywards making motorcycle sounds. But alas, at this point I began to feel the herbaderb belly and called out for my girlfriend to get me something to vomit in, as I wasn't going to make it off the floor. Well, to my surprise when she came to my "rescue" she had brought a noodle strainer. I explained how it wouldn't work and in her defense she goes, "But it will catch the chunks, right?"

Finally right before the vomit volcano she made it to me with a cooking pot and off I went on a multiple hour vamapaluza. After about two hours of constant heaving I started to see a lot of blood in the pan. Freaking out and still drunk as hell I began crying for my dad and saying how I needed him and how I was going to die. So laying naked on the floor I called my father and asked what to do about the blood. To my surprise he was calm and collected, almost finding humor in the situation, as he guided me to grab a little bit of water and some saltine crackers. He explained that it would suck but I probably just tore the shit out of my throat. From there my memory is blank until the next morning when my girlfriend pulled me out of bed and literally dressed me for work. (we lived about half a mile from my job) so I went and worked still completely under some effects of the terrible evening before.

2) (Short and simple) Attempting to break bear bottles over my head multiple times. Shooting an entire tube of hand lotion on my friends in my living room. Kicking flaming soccer balls into and around a large bonfire.

That's about all my experiences. I try and stay away from the alcohol now due to medical reasons.

I'm boring.


so closest I've got is:

Friends brought whiskey. I drank whiskey. Decided it'd be easy to make mead and that I should make mead. Then forgot. Then friends left and I played some games and went to sleep which had been my plan before they decided to be all annoying and social with little warning so I couldn't get out of it.


is boring :)


(not entering just wanted an excuse to share my epic tale)


edit- also we accidentally locked a door that had no key so we spent an hour making lockpicks out of hairpins a friend had for some reason despite having hair far too short to use them. Then another hour trying to "figure out" lockpicking. Then a decision was made that a nearby standing lamp was just a heavy set of lockpicks but I stopped them before they could try to use it as a crowbar.
Obviously this was before they ceased their foolishness and left me in piece for what remained of my completely wasted night that should have been spent sleeping and wasting time on my laptop. I just took apart the lock the next day with one of those little Allen wrench things. Well tried to anyway turns out that only removes the handles(both of them as for some reason the one on the other side fell off when I did this). The thing had to come off the hinges first before I could even put the knob back on so that wasted even more time.

that was probably the better part of that story...should have lead with that I suppose. Still crap but at least it tried.

When I was 9 or 10, I was skateboarding at this skate park that was being cleansed of its graffiti. I was there with the day camp I was enrolled in whilst the city was. Pretty much what happened was I lost control of my skateboard, and it when flying across the park and up a wet ramp. I chased after it, but because it was wet I lost my footing and slid down the hill on my right knee, getting a huge scrape.

So that's how I got this scar on my leg. (Pic attached)

It also probably didn't help that I went swimming in the public pool afterwards and all the instructor did to help was wipe it over with a disinfectant. Man, my mother got SO pissed at that guy!

EDIT: Photo: http://i.imgur.com/SYzOe.jpg

EDIT #2: I just realized how hairy my legs are o.O

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at least he wasn't dumb enough to attempt stitches right? Or one of those "just rub dirt in it and keep moving. Dirt is good for wounds" types.

Too personal for me to share =).
Good luck with the giveaway and to all contestants!

Most are too personal. Me and alcohol do not mix well.

I will say "slept with my best friend's ex-girlfriend" though, because I want Shadow Warrior.