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My racing buddy decided to throw his life away and get married so I had to make sure he enjoyed his last day of freedom. He hasn't really drank in a while so I figured this would be an easy task as long as we can get him started.
We started at Hooters (beer #1 - large mug), then you Game World for indoor go-carting (liquor license but taper's not working yet). From there it was time to drink.
We headed downtown Green Bay and stopped at the first Bar, Cock N Bull (2 or 3 beers), Next bar (I don't remember the name but it had a retractable roof) (2 or 3 beers). Already showing signs of too much, we decided to start hitting the dance clubs.
At the first one, he fell off a ledge and damn near sprained his ankle. Almost ready to go we decided to go to another dance club, where he didn't drink but teetered back and forth (trying to dance I think). Someone from the party decided he had enough and walked him outside. Once outside all hell broke loose because he was holding himself up by holding onto a tree.
He looked ready to puke and everyone walking past gave get encouragement. One guy came over and offered his assistance. He offered to punch him in the stomach. This offer was declined and the offers escalated. This guy was saying anything to try to get him to puke. He was saying things like, 'Think of your wife when she's old and her tit's are hanging to the ground.' These lines were countered with racing questions. My buddy would ask things like, 'What car does she drive,' 'What number,' 'Dirt or asphalt.' Also, when he didn't have anything better to say, he would call his racing buddy a F**ker, A$$hole, etc. using his car number.
You probably had to be there, but the party and the gathering crowd found this quite assuming for about a half an hour. When it finally ended and we started walking towards the van, he said, 'I'll make fun of driver's name before I'm going to give that jacka$$ the pleasure of making me puke..... He puked shortly after and sat in the fetal position in the van while the bachelor party continued on the the strip clubs.
Every spring break I go to Aruba. I know a bunch of kids who go down every year and we all party together. This past year we went out one night. I drank waaay to much and ended up getting myself in to a drinking contest for women on stage at the club where I had to take 2 jello shots, a shot of tequila and chug an Amstel light. I won the competition but my stomach wasn't happy. We left for another club. At the other club I went up into the dancing cage and tripped, while I was down I started throwing up. Not good 'cause I was in a cage 30 feet in the air. My friends got me down and flagged a cab back to the hotel. They put me in my bed and I passed out. The next morning covered in puke I was waken up at 8:30 to go jet skiing, where I passed out on my jet ski got a real bad sunglass tan. The Aruba sun sucks when you're hung over.
We decided to go to a camp grounds to have and few and enjoy the night. Nothing serious planed. As the night grew on someone came up with the good idea to go swimming and a nearby lake. So the one 21 year old in the group loaded up the car We drove over to the camp grounds and looked around for the boat landing. When we arrived there we saw two cars parked with their amber's on. We soon realized that they were cops and we had a car full of drunks only one person of age and he was the driver. The cops cornered the car and we realized there was no chance of escape. The driver showed his ID and the cops asked if he was drinking and he said yes. They asked if anyone else was drinking and if they had ID's. They all said no because they were all underage. Keep in mind that everyone in the car was drinking in the car. The cop asked us what we were doing there and we said that we had a campsite. They looked around the car and they informed us to get going. To this day I can't believe that we didn't all get an underage and the driver a DUI. Thanks!!!!
I took a friend of mine out to the bars in Oshkosh for his 21st B-day. I suggested that we go to as many bars as possible to drink his one free drink and go. Well we started and got 7 bars real quick, all within walking distance. We then took him to THE BAR to get his free mug and button, and drink free beer all night. I knew he was already getting drunk but I didn't expect the night to end like this. Within maybe 20min of getting there I had run into a bunch of friends and started talking. My other buddy told me the newbie was passing out in the bathroom. (Laying in the shower, puking all over, and hit is head on the toilet.) I laugh, got him back on his bar stool and filled his beer, and mine because it was free. I told him that I was going to play darts and then we would leave. 5 minutes into our game we realized that he was once again missing. We looked for about an hour while playing darts and couldn't find him. So figuring he would show up again. I took over his free mug and at bar close we left wondering when the hell he was.
The next day, about 3:00 in the afternoon I finally got a call from my other buddy that he had walked home. Nearly crossed the highway but a semi reminded him not to. In all he probably walked close to 10 miles.
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