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I find that you don't actually need to go to bed once you've drunk enough. You're bed will simply come to you (generally in a floatey way). Its worth trying. I tried to create a test for this, but i had forgotten the results to the experiment when i woke up the next morning.
silospen said:
I can confirm this as scientific fact.
Your natural instinct when overly drunk is to feel tired and want to sleep, the place you know so well for doing this is in your own comfy bed at home, hence, as I've always noted, no matter how drunk I get - and often times I'm so drunk I dont remember leaving the first pub we were in that night - I always wake up in my bed.
There have literally been nights where I've blacked out, and dont remember anything at all, not even going out, but I know I did, because I have a hangover, and I feel like crap, but I always wake up in my own bed.
Maybe next time I go out I should perform more analysis, to find out whether not drinking might make me find my way into someone elses bed.. some gorgeous young female creature, of course, as without the beer-goggles blinding me, there'll be little chance of anything else.
farting bob
Banned
Its also a scientific fact that when drunk, no matter how far away you are from any roadworks at the time, you will wake up with a orange cone somewhere in your house.
Also, with the phenomenom of always finding a bed despite not being able to stand up, i belive that there is a secret service of golf carts that carry drunk people home every night (along the way picking up a cone) and all without anybody knowing, or remembering.
Also, with the phenomenom of always finding a bed despite not being able to stand up, i belive that there is a secret service of golf carts that carry drunk people home every night (along the way picking up a cone) and all without anybody knowing, or remembering.
I remember from my dorm last year a person coming home one night with a very sizeable folding sign from a local bar. Judging by the size, there was cleary more then one person involved. It was propped outside his room the next morning. I believe the RA's made him take it back. 
Humorous none the less.
Humorous none the less.farting bob said:
Strange you should mention that one, as this kinda happens frequently with me.. i.e. there's a field near my house which could probably stock a fairly large county roadworks depot from all the cones I've managed to accumulate (maybe I should start a driving school with them or something) over the years.
My worst one, being from the UK you'll know what I mean, the light up bollards from roundabouts the inform you which direction to travel around them? yeah, one morning woke up with two of those at the end of my bed, with no reccollection of me going out, or collecting them on the way home.. all I can tell you is, it took a fair amount of strength to carry them out to the car the next night to be deposited with my collection.
I could also, with my friends, start doing funky lightshows with all of the flashing hazard warning lights from roadworks that have been accumulated over time as well, we've got red, amber, green, blue, and white, as well as *ahem* a generator to power them, again, all of which just mystically appear here and there around our houses
farting bob
Banned
Arent those things metal and cemented into the ground? thats quite impressive!Method0ne said:
And being 16 and living in a small village, i havent had many chances to bring back souvanirs from my journey home, although i have managed to 'acquire' plant pots and even a clay cat, but i later found that was from my neighbors house, and they watched me take it.
I got caught by the police for stealing roadworks signs. It wouldn't have been too bad, except it was 3 times in a row
I remember being on my way home with this huge sign and the police coming over. So they told me to put it back, so i did. After they saw me put it back, they left. So I picked it up again and started walking home. They were exactly where they had been the first time, so they saw me and told me to put it back. Again, after watching me put it back, they left. So.....I picked it up again and started home. Once again, they were waiting in the same place. This time, they watched me put it back, put me in the back of their car, gave me a stern talking to and drove my back to my flat, where they put me in the care of my flatmate.
Very amusing. If I hadn't been drunk, I think i would have had a serious case of brown trousers.
I remember being on my way home with this huge sign and the police coming over. So they told me to put it back, so i did. After they saw me put it back, they left. So I picked it up again and started walking home. They were exactly where they had been the first time, so they saw me and told me to put it back. Again, after watching me put it back, they left. So.....I picked it up again and started home. Once again, they were waiting in the same place. This time, they watched me put it back, put me in the back of their car, gave me a stern talking to and drove my back to my flat, where they put me in the care of my flatmate.
Very amusing. If I hadn't been drunk, I think i would have had a serious case of brown trousers.
farting bob said:Arent those things metal and cemented into the ground? thats quite impressive!
And being 16 and living in a small village, i havent had many chances to bring back souvanirs from my journey home, although i have managed to 'acquire' plant pots and even a clay cat, but i later found that was from my neighbors house, and they watched me take it.
Oh, you'll get plenty of chances I'm sure, I'm only 22, and I live in a little place called Whitby, in North Yorkshire - the setting for Stokers Dracula - so I also have little idea as to where all this stuff is materialising from
silospen said:
I hadn't been drinking. heh. so i have a recollection of getting to my bed, then i sat on the cat, not the little nice one, the big bitey one.
i dont suppose anyone has ever woken up the next morning after a night out drinking with a kebab? anyone at all? Aussie folklore this one, it doesn't matter if you live next door to the pub where your drinking, if you cant remember what you did you'll always wake up with a kebab.
I got up for afternoon lectures after a hefty night of drinking and as i cycled to the building, i realised that i had this whole vampire hunter smell about me. I looked down and my black jacket was completely covered in Garlic Sauce. Nasty, nasty stuff. But it tastes so good on kebabs!
It's one of the mysteries of the universe. Where do all these kebab shops come from, and why do you never see them during the day?
And then it's why, oh why did I ever eat that kebab. They have a strong tendency to make me ill (it's nothing to do with the alcohol, of course).
And then it's why, oh why did I ever eat that kebab. They have a strong tendency to make me ill (it's nothing to do with the alcohol, of course).
farting bob
Banned
*drinks beer*
Kebabs are sick, when when eaten sober (aparently they now serve to sober people as well..) so when exceddingly drunk, they must the the cause of all the problems the next morning.
Kebabs are sick, when when eaten sober (aparently they now serve to sober people as well..) so when exceddingly drunk, they must the the cause of all the problems the next morning.
