Post by flamingeaux on Apr 25, 2015 21:37:56 GMT -5
I drank half of a really big bottle of wine, the night before my 31st birthday. That was a lot for me, and I was toasted. I made my H drive me to checkers for a Baconzilla. The entire time he was ordering I was Godzilla screeching and doing dinosaur shadow puppets on the dashboard.
Post by vanillacourage on Apr 25, 2015 21:38:45 GMT -5
I once accidentally returned porn to Blockbuster. Grabbed the wrong VHS tape. Then had to go back to Blockbuster and have the pimple faced 16 year old working the front desk hand me back my copy of Sinderella and Her Sisters. DH refused to go in with me and sat in the parking lot laughing hysterically.
I will debase myself to entertain you folks. I grew up (and now live) where John Adams and crew established themselves. Shit about them is everywhere. Anyways-in my early 20s I went to a house party and got blasted. Left at like 8 in the morning with my friend Peter and we started walking towards the nearest T. All of a sudden I felt sick and yakked into the brook right in front of the Adams' Homestead (it's a national historic site). I puked on America!
Post by underwaterrhymes on Apr 25, 2015 21:39:57 GMT -5
Once in college I got absolutely hammered. We watched a preview of Showgirls, which I apparently found inspiring as I danced with a closet door.
Then I told a room full of people I had blown 17 guys (which was a lie) and left the apartment without telling anyone. Just got up and made a beeline for the stairs, which I descended on my ass.
One of the guys followed me and wanted to tuck me in, but I found him undesirable, so i shut myself in my room.
Whereupon I realized I needed to throw up. I didn't want to go back out into the main area, so I hunted around for a good place to puke.
Rejected the trash can.
Instead swept everything off my dresser and puked on top of that and used fistfuls of my Tshirts to "clean up" so I wouldn't upset my brand new roommate,
She was predictably appalled, but I wound up winning her over and we were roommates for the entire time there and remain best friends today.
I also peed in my wedding gown. I was pretty drunk by the time our reception was over and the best man had our hotel room key. While H tried to track him down, I was prancing around outside the door to our room trying desperately to hold it in but...no. After we finally got into our room, I squirted hotel shampoo on the rug outside our door in an attempt to disguise my shame, lol. Alcohol plus a full bladder is historically a bad combination for me.
I will debase myself to entertain you folks. I grew up (and now live) where John Adams and crew established themselves. Shit about them is everywhere. Anyways-in my early 20s I went to a house party and got blasted. Left at like 8 in the morning with my friend Peter and we started walking towards the nearest T. All of a sudden I felt sick and yakked into the brook right in front of the Adams' Homestead (it's a national historic site). I puked on America!
One New Years Eve I was extremely inebriated on multiple substances and went to a house party and then fell asleep on the toilet.
My nickname for years was 'bill cosby' bc I passed out in a bathroom (locked the door), and no one knew who was in there until the next morning when we all came to. All they knew was that "someone" who "snores like bill cosby" was locked in the bathroom.
Obv, it was super funny when people found out that was a girl.
And what does that even mean? "Snores like bill cosby". I still don't really know, lol.
Being called Bill Cosby because you pass out now has a totally different context.
I will debase myself to entertain you folks. I grew up (and now live) where John Adams and crew established themselves. Shit about them is everywhere. Anyways-in my early 20s I went to a house party and got blasted. Left at like 8 in the morning with my friend Peter and we started walking towards the nearest T. All of a sudden I felt sick and yakked into the brook right in front of the Adams' Homestead (it's a national historic site). I puked on America!
Ah a Quincy girl?
Lol for some reason I feel like this is a total "A Ha!" moment.
I once accidentally returned porn to Blockbuster. Grabbed the wrong VHS tape. Then had to go back to Blockbuster and have the pimple faced 16 year old working the front desk hand me back my copy of Sinderella and Her Sisters. DH refused to go in with me and sat in the parking lot laughing hysterically.
Lol for some reason I feel like this is a total "A Ha!" moment.
I lived over by roche brothers when I first moved out. Presidential Estates. I loved it. Went down Wollaston beach all the time running. Love your pukin on Merica posts. LOL
My nickname for years was 'bill cosby' bc I passed out in a bathroom (locked the door), and no one knew who was in there until the next morning when we all came to. All they knew was that "someone" who "snores like bill cosby" was locked in the bathroom.
Obv, it was super funny when people found out that was a girl.
And what does that even mean? "Snores like bill cosby". I still don't really know, lol.
Being called Bill Cosby because you pass out now has a totally different context.
I have heard the saying "dropping the cosbys off at the pool' which is gross and offensive but that is what I thought of when you said they called you bill cosby
Lol for some reason I feel like this is a total "A Ha!" moment.
I lived over by roche brothers when I first moved out. Presidential Estates. I loved it. Went down Wollaston beach all the time running. Love your pukin on Merica posts. LOL
Stfu! We live in the Point. I grew up in the Neck. Q for life.
I lived over by roche brothers when I first moved out. Presidential Estates. I loved it. Went down Wollaston beach all the time running. Love your pukin on Merica posts. LOL
Stfu! We live in the Point. I grew up in the Neck. Q for life.
NO SHIT. OMG. I think you are younger then me or maybe just maybe we wound up at the same bar in QBP.
I actually grew up south of there near Providence in Foxboro. But when I decided to move out I was working in Boston so I rented in Quincy. I loved it there. ONce DH and I met we then moved to Medford and lived there a few years. Now we live south of Boston but I tells ya. My time in Quincy was awesome. Rented on Bent Terrace about 5 minutes from the T station in Quincy Center
When I was in high school, I was at this house party and the parents were out of town so most of us were drinking and spending the night. I had hooked up with this guy who then wouldn't leave me alone and I decided I needed to hide from him. My BFF and her boyfriend were "sleeping" in a bedroom and they were kind enough to let me crash with them for the night. Except I couldn't fall asleep and they were totally hooking up while I was in there! Did I mention I invited myself to sleep in the bed with them? I was too embarrassed to tell them I was still awake so I just laid there next to them.
I was such a show off when I was in high school. I thought I was the hottest shit around. Anyway, my bff has an older brother, and her older brother had older hot friends. So, one weekend I was over there and her brother had some of his hot friends over, and I decided to...I don't even know. Exercise? On the floor. I was like laying on my back and rolled up onto my shoulders, and started scissor kicking. I queefed so loud. So loud. One of the older hot friends was sitting right there and was lIke "...I just don't even want to know what that was". And then he walked away.
Post by captainobvious on Apr 25, 2015 21:59:27 GMT -5
Freshman year of college I had a class that was up about 75 stairs from the main campus at the communications area. The stairs were right in front of the student center. I'm walking back to my dorm (about four buildings away from the student center) and miss a step. I fall ass out down all the stairs. Yes, ass out. I was wearing a skirt because it was before rush and there were members of the houses I wanted to join that were in my class. So anyway, 70 stairs later, I get up and do the "brush yourself off, no one saw that" you're alone thing. Except my shoe broke in the fall, so in my attempt to walk it off, I fall again.
This girl runs over to me and asks if I want to borrow her shoe to get back to my room. She had been standing in front of the student center with a few guys I knew (who, of course, were in the brother fraternity to the sorority I wanted to be in) witnessed the whole thing and was trying to be nice. That just added to my humiliation.
Post by steppenwolf on Apr 25, 2015 22:06:07 GMT -5
During one of the first weeks of my freshman year of college, living in the dorms, I had a UTI for the first time but did not know. Anyway, a boy asked me on a "date", aka, watching a movie in his dorm room in his dorm next door. I honestly don't even remember what it was. Anyway, he had a case of bottled waters in his room and I was nervous so I kept drinking bottled water. A lot of bottled water. I started to feel like I needed to go to the bathroom, but his floor was an all boys floor with a locked bathroom so I figured I would just wait til the movie was over and go in my dorm.
Anyway, movie is over, I want to make a beeline back, but as a true gentleman, he decided to walk me back to my dorm. We are standing in the front, carpeted entrance, and he is kind of going on about it was a nice time, when we could hang out again, etc, and I was trying to be polite but dying. Suddenly, I just started peeing. On carpet. Inclined carpet. So a circle of wetness is rapidly forming around me as I do the only thing that I can think of, which, naturally is pretend to tie my shoe. He quickly leaves as people stare at me as they walk out and in the dorm, and I run upstairs to take off my pants.
TO HIS CREDIT, he actually asked me on another date. When I mustered up the courage to ask him what he thought had happened, he said, "I thought you got your period."
During one of the first weeks of my freshman year of college, living in the dorms, I had a UTI for the first time but did not know. Anyway, a boy asked me on a "date", aka, watching a movie in his dorm room in his dorm next door. I honestly don't even remember what it was. Anyway, he had a case of bottled waters in his room and I was nervous so I kept drinking bottled water. A lot of bottled water. I started to feel like I needed to go to the bathroom, but his floor was an all boys floor with a locked bathroom so I figured I would just wait til the movie was over and go in my dorm.
Anyway, movie is over, I want to make a beeline back, but as a true gentleman, he decided to walk me back to my dorm. We are standing in the front, carpeted entrance, and he is kind of going on about it was a nice time, when we could hang out again, etc, and I was trying to be polite but dying. Suddenly, I just started peeing. On carpet. Inclined carpet. So a circle of wetness is rapidly forming around me as I do the only thing that I can think of, which, naturally is pretend to tie my shoe. He quickly leaves as people stare at me as they walk out and in the dorm, and I run upstairs to take off my pants.
TO HIS CREDIT, he actually asked me on another date. When I mustered up the courage to ask him what he thought had happened, he said, "I thought you got your period."
It didn't work out, anyway.
This is your ghost posting, right? Cause I would have died. Right there in the middle of my self made puddle.
Almost as painful a memory is in kindergarten when I peed in my pants as I was climbing up a ladder, down upon the children playing in the sandbox below.