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[quote]Nards wrote:

[quote]bond james bond wrote:

[quote]Testy1 wrote:

[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:

[quote]Testy1 wrote:

[quote]Nards wrote:
When I was 19 or 20 I went too Oktoberfest and drank to much wine and knew I was severely fucked up by about 7:30PM, so I left and waited for the bus, but fell asleep (aka: “blacked out”) and woke up just in time for my bus…but it was the last one of the night at that…about 1:30AM, so I;d been sleeping on the ground next to the bus stop in downtown Winnipeg for about 5 hours.
Still had my wallet and all organs still inside my body![/quote]

Wait, you went to Oktoberfest and drank WINE? And you call yourself Canadian.[/quote]

Exactly. He’s Canadian, not German.[/quote]

Apparently NJ is too far from Canada to recognize the Canadian affinity for beer. Hailing from Canada doesn’t preclude one from having German ancestry, or is he drinking wine because he is French?
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No way he has french Canadian ancestry, please God no, anything but that :wink:

You’re right on the money about an affinity for beer Testy. I had a kid sized beer mug just for me when I was a little dripper. I would get home from saturdaynight mass with my Mom and Dad and watch Hockey Night in Canada with a chilled mug o’ 50, good times.

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I couldn’t post fast enough that NO…I HAVE NO FRENCH ANCESTRY!

Phew! I hope nobody thought I did for more than the few hours that Testy’s post was up![/quote]

I did not mean to besmirch the Nards family tree, please accept my apologies. To show how truly sorry I am I will publicly admit that my maternal Grandfather is French Canadian. This is NOT the same as being French however.

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[quote]Testy1 wrote:

[quote]Nards wrote:

[quote]bond james bond wrote:

[quote]Testy1 wrote:

[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:

[quote]Testy1 wrote:

[quote]Nards wrote:
When I was 19 or 20 I went too Oktoberfest and drank to much wine and knew I was severely fucked up by about 7:30PM, so I left and waited for the bus, but fell asleep (aka: “blacked out”) and woke up just in time for my bus…but it was the last one of the night at that…about 1:30AM, so I;d been sleeping on the ground next to the bus stop in downtown Winnipeg for about 5 hours.
Still had my wallet and all organs still inside my body![/quote]

Wait, you went to Oktoberfest and drank WINE? And you call yourself Canadian.[/quote]

Exactly. He’s Canadian, not German.[/quote]

Apparently NJ is too far from Canada to recognize the Canadian affinity for beer. Hailing from Canada doesn’t preclude one from having German ancestry, or is he drinking wine because he is French?
[/quote]

No way he has french Canadian ancestry, please God no, anything but that :wink:

You’re right on the money about an affinity for beer Testy. I had a kid sized beer mug just for me when I was a little dripper. I would get home from saturdaynight mass with my Mom and Dad and watch Hockey Night in Canada with a chilled mug o’ 50, good times.

[/quote]

I couldn’t post fast enough that NO…I HAVE NO FRENCH ANCESTRY!

Phew! I hope nobody thought I did for more than the few hours that Testy’s post was up![/quote]

I did not mean to besmirch the Nards family tree, please accept my apologies. To show how truly sorry I am I will publicly admit that my maternal Grandfather is French Canadian. This is NOT the same as being French however.
[/quote]

That’s quite thing to admit. The only French Canadian blood I have is on my hands.

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[quote]awesomeguy1234 wrote:

[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:

[quote]awesomeguy1234 wrote:
guess i should share…

blacked out at my brother’s rehersal dinner for his wedding, woke up naked in my bed with my face killing me and puke all over my bathroom.

the wedding was at a bed and breakfast and according to my brother after dinner and 8 beers, i grabbed a bottle of vodka from one of his friends, chugged it for about 30 seconds and then proceeded to throughout the night punch his best man in the face, tried to fuck his ex girlfriend and every bridesmaid by telling them i loved them and ‘had a room’, wandered to my room passed out, woke up and puked, then walked downstairs naked looking to party some more where my other brother had to punch me in the face twice to get me to go back upstairs.

bonus: fucked my brother’s wife’s cousin at the reception and was confronted by her uncle the next day angrily saying ‘so what are your intentions with my niece?’ to which my mom said ‘leave my son alone’. he backed down. [/quote]
“had a room” LOL!

Sometimes I get hammered at a hotel bar when out of town and I use this line when I’m too lazy to flirt.

“Hey you, you’re pretty. I’m in room ___ come by if you want”.

It has worked once and I think she thought I was sober and being funny. She was not pretty though.

So to elaborate on an earlier story, I keep a handgun under my driver seat. About three am I was shit canned and joy riding in Houston. I got tired of waiting for a red light and shot it. Kicked off a spree. I have no idea how I didn’t get caught. We have traffic cams.

My buddy was freaking out in the passenger seat. I was so nervous watching the news, scared I accidentally hurt some one. Nothing came of it, thank God.[/quote]

public car sex, shooting out stop lights, leaving the scene of an accident, causing a crawfish outbreak in a college dorm… if im ever in texas im gonna have to make my way through houston. [/quote]
I ain’t hiding!

These days I’m passed out in a friend of a friends guest room with my puke pants in the laundry. My glory days are over. Bask in that college experience, there is nothing like it. I take espsom salt baths and drink wine or go to house warming and baby shower parties now. Very tempered experiences.

But I have found that being roughly 30, almost anyways, lets me bang twenties broads and women in to their fourties. It’s a fun fence to be on. I mean I had some milfs when younger but it’s not like a novelty now.

Okay, I was at a friends place in Houston, off Waugh and Allen Parkway for the locals. A bunch of old friends were home on Holiday and met up. We were smoking pot, drinking beer and mostly just hanging out when flip cup was suggested.

I remember up to when Miles and Alex (a female) started making out after Alex had barfed, a real shame as she was beautiful.

Next thing I know I come to and I’m in my truck. The overhead lights are on but for some reason the air is very dusty, casting a dingy light everywhere and there is a loud, obnoxious dinging noise. I realize my airbags are out and someone is also knocking on the window, so I roll it down.

I thought it was a cop but he told me his name and that he was the security gaurd for the ______ residence. I had driven in to the River Oaks neighborhood where many homes have their own gaurds and crashed in to a huge oak tree in a front yard of either a CEO of a large, international corporation, a high powered lawyer, possibly a politician… basically someone who could royally fuck me if he wanted.

So the gaurd was checking my pulse, making small talk, no doubt waiting for the police. My hood was at my windshield and my trucks front end was literally up on the tree but I figured what the fuck, what can I lose?

It started, I popped it in reverse, jumped off the tree and hauled ass. They do build Ford tough. I hit the loop, missed my exit and exited the complete wrong highway. By the time I came to enough to know, I was at the end of the road in Galveston, dead end: the ocean. Drove the whole hour in a totalled truck, hanging out the window to see the road and never got spotted at like 4am.

My parents, who I was staying with for the holiday, lived in west Houston about an hour and a half away. Should’ve just rented a hotel and passed the alcohol but I drove home instead, still never got caught, and pulled in right around 6am.

I walked in and dad was at the kitchen table for breakfast reading the paper, he just kinda looked at me like “Jesus. Six in the fucking morning” but didn’t say anything. I went upstairs and about 30 minutes later I heard the back door shut, the garage open, his truck back down the driveway, pause, pull back up, the door open and SLAM shut and he came running up the stairs.

I was pretty worried now because they were paying for college, my apartment and an allowance for groceries. I had been warned before. Anyways, he was pissed. Royally pissed. Mom was crying, I felt terrible. Nobody was hurt of course but it was bad.

Long story short I paid my penence, my grades that semester were good and I got back in their good graces. I had a buddy who ran a body shop. He fixed my truck as best he could at cost. Replaced the whole front end to the doors and bent the frame over 5 inches back to “normal”. Thing was totalled but I never “officially” wrecked and never popped up on any reports.

I guess the security gaurd didn’t think to get my tags because I never heard anything.

  • I always knew I was destined for greatness after avoiding jail, death, paralysis et cetera multiple times over many years. It’s like I have a very forgiving gaurdian angel or something. I will be president one day. Fucking invincible.
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oh boy. I think I have blacked out a good bit. Something about an affinity for whiskey and tequila.

Last year I went to attend a foreign friends birthday party. She was a very good taekwondo practitioner, which is how we became friends. A few of our other taekwondo friends came out as well… and I ended up doing the grillin, drinking yeungling and bs’ing with people from about 1pm till everyone left at like 11pm. I drink constantly as well, there is no water in between my beers, no breaks either.

So as my one friend and i are leaving, both extremely intoxicated, we decide to steal a parking meter (we were downtown). Those things are a little heavier than one thinks. Anyways, so for whatever reason I steal this goddam parking meter and put it into my 2 door coupe.

I then proceed to drive home. I then get a text from a buddy i promised to go out with that night, and, well, i wasnt turning down more drinking. So i have this parking meter just sitting along the wall in my apartment and he comes over …we go out drinking. Tequila and more tequila. I was relating my exploit to some fellows we were playing pool with and they started to get all Mythbusters saying how these parking meters have tracking devices etc etc…so im drunk and thinking maybe theyre right.

We close out the bars at 230 or so…go back…and the damn parking meter is flashing bright red. After a few budweisers, my friend thinks the tracking device thing is true so we throw it in my car and drive down the street and dump it in someones driveway. The next day was mothers day, I was puking at 2pm. I am such a good son.

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Another time,

my fraternity was throwing a huge tailgate for the annual Pitt versus West Virginia game. This was on a tuesday or some bullshit, with a pigroast and all. I unfortunatley had a class that required me to attend that day or I would fail. Around 2pm or so, a buddy stops in and sees me, and I tell him my situation. Well, we start drinking a handle of whiskey as we both realize we are going to the game late.

I get pretty drunk and tell him I have to go to one class and I will be back to head to the game. I go to class, drunk as fuck. I was called on a few times to answer questions, and gave some very obviously drunk replies. Upon making it back to my place, my buddy and I finished our handle of whiskey. Our friend who was driving us to the game had to stop by his engineering building on the way to drop off a paper. We go in with him…start jumping on tables and whatnot until realizing there were grad classes filled with asian engineers just staring at us.

Then at one point i start roundhousing soap dispensers off the wall in the 10th floor womens bathroom, much to the horror of some young lady who walked in. At that point our friend takes us down to the stadium, about a mile from the tailgate. Well, after that I see the universitys marching band on the street, and decide that we need to get through them to get to the tailgate. Didnt realize they were in formation and doing their band thing…and I guess at some point in me barreling through them and whatnot, some fat girl hit me in the head with a tuba.

Along the way to the tailgate, i think i pissed on 2 other tailgates of the opposing school. by the time we made it to the tailgate, everyones going to the game. After we go inside I proceed to get into a verbal confrontation with some fans until I am escorted from the stadium after the first quarter. The buses were not running back to campus, so my friend and I decide to walk from Heinz Field, all the way back to the University of Pittsburgh.

For those not familiar with Pittsburgh, this is somewhwere around 7 miles, through the ghetto, across highways and bridges. Along the way we stumbed into a homeless persons shanty where a bunch of catfood and soiled mattreses were located. The homeless guy was not there. After a good few hour trek, we made it back.

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[quote]awesomeguy1234 wrote:

[quote]SkyzykS wrote:
Too many to list…

Then there was that night in a trailer park just north of FT. Worth when I came to and some really pissed off meth head had an M1 carbine to my head, screaming about what a mother fucking asshole I am…
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ive checked mail to get a girls name before after waking up next to her, but as you obviously know it can backfire. you need to elaborate on the trailer park story… trust tree[/quote]

I can’t. That would include numerous felonies, which I don’t want to put down next to a picture of my face, what with social networking being what it is these days.

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[quote]666Rich wrote:

For those not familiar with Pittsburgh, this is somewhwere around 7 miles, through the ghetto, across highways and bridges. Along the way we stumbed into a homeless persons shanty where a bunch of catfood and soiled mattreses were located. The homeless guy was not there. After a good few hour trek, we made it back.[/quote]

I am very familiar with the Burgh anat.

I would have taken my chances with walking up to a cop and asking for a ride than to have taken that walk.

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[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:

[quote]awesomeguy1234 wrote:

[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:

[quote]awesomeguy1234 wrote:
guess i should share…

blacked out at my brother’s rehersal dinner for his wedding, woke up naked in my bed with my face killing me and puke all over my bathroom.

the wedding was at a bed and breakfast and according to my brother after dinner and 8 beers, i grabbed a bottle of vodka from one of his friends, chugged it for about 30 seconds and then proceeded to throughout the night punch his best man in the face, tried to fuck his ex girlfriend and every bridesmaid by telling them i loved them and ‘had a room’, wandered to my room passed out, woke up and puked, then walked downstairs naked looking to party some more where my other brother had to punch me in the face twice to get me to go back upstairs.

bonus: fucked my brother’s wife’s cousin at the reception and was confronted by her uncle the next day angrily saying ‘so what are your intentions with my niece?’ to which my mom said ‘leave my son alone’. he backed down. [/quote]
“had a room” LOL!

Sometimes I get hammered at a hotel bar when out of town and I use this line when I’m too lazy to flirt.

“Hey you, you’re pretty. I’m in room ___ come by if you want”.

It has worked once and I think she thought I was sober and being funny. She was not pretty though.

So to elaborate on an earlier story, I keep a handgun under my driver seat. About three am I was shit canned and joy riding in Houston. I got tired of waiting for a red light and shot it. Kicked off a spree. I have no idea how I didn’t get caught. We have traffic cams.

My buddy was freaking out in the passenger seat. I was so nervous watching the news, scared I accidentally hurt some one. Nothing came of it, thank God.[/quote]

public car sex, shooting out stop lights, leaving the scene of an accident, causing a crawfish outbreak in a college dorm… if im ever in texas im gonna have to make my way through houston. [/quote]
I ain’t hiding!

These days I’m passed out in a friend of a friends guest room with my puke pants in the laundry. My glory days are over. Bask in that college experience, there is nothing like it. I take espsom salt baths and drink wine or go to house warming and baby shower parties now. Very tempered experiences.

But I have found that being roughly 30, almost anyways, lets me bang twenties broads and women in to their fourties. It’s a fun fence to be on. I mean I had some milfs when younger but it’s not like a novelty now.

Okay, I was at a friends place in Houston, off Waugh and Allen Parkway for the locals. A bunch of old friends were home on Holiday and met up. We were smoking pot, drinking beer and mostly just hanging out when flip cup was suggested.

I remember up to when Miles and Alex (a female) started making out after Alex had barfed, a real shame as she was beautiful.

Next thing I know I come to and I’m in my truck. The overhead lights are on but for some reason the air is very dusty, casting a dingy light everywhere and there is a loud, obnoxious dinging noise. I realize my airbags are out and someone is also knocking on the window, so I roll it down.

I thought it was a cop but he told me his name and that he was the security gaurd for the ______ residence. I had driven in to the River Oaks neighborhood where many homes have their own gaurds and crashed in to a huge oak tree in a front yard of either a CEO of a large, international corporation, a high powered lawyer, possibly a politician… basically someone who could royally fuck me if he wanted.

So the gaurd was checking my pulse, making small talk, no doubt waiting for the police. My hood was at my windshield and my trucks front end was literally up on the tree but I figured what the fuck, what can I lose?

It started, I popped it in reverse, jumped off the tree and hauled ass. They do build Ford tough. I hit the loop, missed my exit and exited the complete wrong highway. By the time I came to enough to know, I was at the end of the road in Galveston, dead end: the ocean. Drove the whole hour in a totalled truck, hanging out the window to see the road and never got spotted at like 4am.

My parents, who I was staying with for the holiday, lived in west Houston about an hour and a half away. Should’ve just rented a hotel and passed the alcohol but I drove home instead, still never got caught, and pulled in right around 6am.

I walked in and dad was at the kitchen table for breakfast reading the paper, he just kinda looked at me like “Jesus. Six in the fucking morning” but didn’t say anything. I went upstairs and about 30 minutes later I heard the back door shut, the garage open, his truck back down the driveway, pause, pull back up, the door open and SLAM shut and he came running up the stairs.

I was pretty worried now because they were paying for college, my apartment and an allowance for groceries. I had been warned before. Anyways, he was pissed. Royally pissed. Mom was crying, I felt terrible. Nobody was hurt of course but it was bad.

Long story short I paid my penence, my grades that semester were good and I got back in their good graces. I had a buddy who ran a body shop. He fixed my truck as best he could at cost. Replaced the whole front end to the doors and bent the frame over 5 inches back to “normal”. Thing was totalled but I never “officially” wrecked and never popped up on any reports.

I guess the security gaurd didn’t think to get my tags because I never heard anything.

  • I always knew I was destined for greatness after avoiding jail, death, paralysis et cetera multiple times over many years. It’s like I have a very forgiving gaurdian angel or something. I will be president one day. Fucking invincible.

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Not sure how you get so drunk that you blackout but you can remember little things in your stories and manage to do shit like shoot traffic lights, and not get caught? If i’m drunk enough to blackout I can hardly walk, just sayin. Oh and “I got up and smoked some pot to ease the hangover” just lol

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[quote]SuperAlienFreak wrote:

[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:

[quote]awesomeguy1234 wrote:

[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:

[quote]awesomeguy1234 wrote:
guess i should share…

blacked out at my brother’s rehersal dinner for his wedding, woke up naked in my bed with my face killing me and puke all over my bathroom.

the wedding was at a bed and breakfast and according to my brother after dinner and 8 beers, i grabbed a bottle of vodka from one of his friends, chugged it for about 30 seconds and then proceeded to throughout the night punch his best man in the face, tried to fuck his ex girlfriend and every bridesmaid by telling them i loved them and ‘had a room’, wandered to my room passed out, woke up and puked, then walked downstairs naked looking to party some more where my other brother had to punch me in the face twice to get me to go back upstairs.

bonus: fucked my brother’s wife’s cousin at the reception and was confronted by her uncle the next day angrily saying ‘so what are your intentions with my niece?’ to which my mom said ‘leave my son alone’. he backed down. [/quote]
“had a room” LOL!

Sometimes I get hammered at a hotel bar when out of town and I use this line when I’m too lazy to flirt.

“Hey you, you’re pretty. I’m in room ___ come by if you want”.

It has worked once and I think she thought I was sober and being funny. She was not pretty though.

So to elaborate on an earlier story, I keep a handgun under my driver seat. About three am I was shit canned and joy riding in Houston. I got tired of waiting for a red light and shot it. Kicked off a spree. I have no idea how I didn’t get caught. We have traffic cams.

My buddy was freaking out in the passenger seat. I was so nervous watching the news, scared I accidentally hurt some one. Nothing came of it, thank God.[/quote]

public car sex, shooting out stop lights, leaving the scene of an accident, causing a crawfish outbreak in a college dorm… if im ever in texas im gonna have to make my way through houston. [/quote]
I ain’t hiding!

These days I’m passed out in a friend of a friends guest room with my puke pants in the laundry. My glory days are over. Bask in that college experience, there is nothing like it. I take espsom salt baths and drink wine or go to house warming and baby shower parties now. Very tempered experiences.

But I have found that being roughly 30, almost anyways, lets me bang twenties broads and women in to their fourties. It’s a fun fence to be on. I mean I had some milfs when younger but it’s not like a novelty now.

Okay, I was at a friends place in Houston, off Waugh and Allen Parkway for the locals. A bunch of old friends were home on Holiday and met up. We were smoking pot, drinking beer and mostly just hanging out when flip cup was suggested.

I remember up to when Miles and Alex (a female) started making out after Alex had barfed, a real shame as she was beautiful.

Next thing I know I come to and I’m in my truck. The overhead lights are on but for some reason the air is very dusty, casting a dingy light everywhere and there is a loud, obnoxious dinging noise. I realize my airbags are out and someone is also knocking on the window, so I roll it down.

I thought it was a cop but he told me his name and that he was the security gaurd for the ______ residence. I had driven in to the River Oaks neighborhood where many homes have their own gaurds and crashed in to a huge oak tree in a front yard of either a CEO of a large, international corporation, a high powered lawyer, possibly a politician… basically someone who could royally fuck me if he wanted.

So the gaurd was checking my pulse, making small talk, no doubt waiting for the police. My hood was at my windshield and my trucks front end was literally up on the tree but I figured what the fuck, what can I lose?

It started, I popped it in reverse, jumped off the tree and hauled ass. They do build Ford tough. I hit the loop, missed my exit and exited the complete wrong highway. By the time I came to enough to know, I was at the end of the road in Galveston, dead end: the ocean. Drove the whole hour in a totalled truck, hanging out the window to see the road and never got spotted at like 4am.

My parents, who I was staying with for the holiday, lived in west Houston about an hour and a half away. Should’ve just rented a hotel and passed the alcohol but I drove home instead, still never got caught, and pulled in right around 6am.

I walked in and dad was at the kitchen table for breakfast reading the paper, he just kinda looked at me like “Jesus. Six in the fucking morning” but didn’t say anything. I went upstairs and about 30 minutes later I heard the back door shut, the garage open, his truck back down the driveway, pause, pull back up, the door open and SLAM shut and he came running up the stairs.

I was pretty worried now because they were paying for college, my apartment and an allowance for groceries. I had been warned before. Anyways, he was pissed. Royally pissed. Mom was crying, I felt terrible. Nobody was hurt of course but it was bad.

Long story short I paid my penence, my grades that semester were good and I got back in their good graces. I had a buddy who ran a body shop. He fixed my truck as best he could at cost. Replaced the whole front end to the doors and bent the frame over 5 inches back to “normal”. Thing was totalled but I never “officially” wrecked and never popped up on any reports.

I guess the security gaurd didn’t think to get my tags because I never heard anything.

  • I always knew I was destined for greatness after avoiding jail, death, paralysis et cetera multiple times over many years. It’s like I have a very forgiving gaurdian angel or something. I will be president one day. Fucking invincible.

[/quote]

Not sure how you get so drunk that you blackout but you can remember little things in your stories and manage to do shit like shoot traffic lights, and not get caught? If i’m drunk enough to blackout I can hardly walk, just sayin. Oh and “I got up and smoked some pot to ease the hangover” just lol[/quote]
Balls and cocaine. I’ve blacked out for hours while still up and partying. Sometimes I remember little bits and pieces, sometimes hours are just missing but I remember what happened before and after.

I have no idea what happened between miles and alex making out and waking up on a tree. I remember what happened after though.

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In high school there was a pond with ducks in front of a neighborhood.

A few friends and I jumped the fence late at night and we caught some of them, they no doubt came up close for bread crumbs.

Instead we grabbed them and broke their necks (actually very humane and quick), brought them to Marks house where we cleaned and grilled them. Pretty fucking good ducks. They ate bread and seeds all their lives and never migrated so they were very, very tender.

I remember eating them. I saw the rest on video.

I grew up in a golf course community. Same buddies jumped the golf course fence one night after a tournament and a guy, who went on to play pro football as a lineman, threw leftover, unprotected kegs over the fence.

We blacked out later. Pretty uneventful, just a high school keg party. Flip cup, beer pong, some sex that kind of thing.

I did not black out but the first time I got drunk was 6th grade. Bomber jackets were in and we rode our bikes around the neighborhood looking for open garages. We “fridge shopped” and got hammered on like two beers. You could hide anything in those jackets. Very hard to ride a bike.

After that, we pooled allowance and found a local bum named Squeaky who sat at the freeway overpass outside the neighborhood a little ways.

He would buy us beer and playboys if we threw him a few brews. Worked like a charm until we were 16 and had drivers licenses which we promptly adjusted on photoshop. Probably like Photoshop 1.

Our fake ID’s were fucking worthless when removed from a wallet but some gas stations and seedy bars just glanced at them in our wallets and didn’t care.

We were hard core boozing at 16. FTR.

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[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:

Instead we grabbed them and broke their necks [/quote]

man that’s messed up

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[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:
A few friends and I jumped the fence late at night and we caught some of them, they no doubt came up close for bread crumbs.

Instead we grabbed them and broke their necks (actually very humane and quick), brought them to Marks house where we cleaned and grilled them. Pretty fucking good ducks. They ate bread and seeds all their lives and never migrated so they were very, very tender.
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God that’s fucked up.

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Well I shoot the fuckers every year. They fall, wounded, from the sky and a dog grabs them, brings them to me and if still alive I break their necks too. It’s actually pretty humane.

The only difference is a neighborhood pond isn’t a typical hunt. But those ducks actually had a less traumatic death than normally hunted ducks. FTR and all.

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[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:
Well I shoot the fuckers every year. They fall, wounded, from the sky and a dog grabs them, brings them to me and if still alive I break their necks too. It’s actually pretty humane.

The only difference is a neighborhood pond isn’t a typical hunt. But those ducks actually had a less traumatic death than normally hunted ducks. FTR and all.[/quote]
FFS, don’t bring hunting into this. I can not believe you just compared killing tame ducks to hunting.

A better analogy would be that you broke into a petting zoo and killed livestock.
At least you ate them.

Sorry to sidetrack this thread I thought it was funny as hell.

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I think I’ve been blacked out maybe 3 or 4 times in my life. My tolerance is higher than most people (although I guess for my size it’s probably average) but no matter how drunk I get I seem to have a pretty clear memory of what happened the next day.

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I have blacked out a few times , on various substances in the past. The most amusing ones would be after predrinking too much and having a second bottle of vodka at the club. Apparently i was biting 4-5 girls necks and licking their faces while dancing and sticking my tongue in their mouth’s from time to time. The same girls drove me home while i was puking all over the inside and outside of their car. I still see them at a local club from time to time and they like me despite the biting and puking. I’ll post a few more stories later.

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[quote]al1492 wrote:
I think I’ve been blacked out maybe 3 or 4 times in my life. My tolerance is higher than most people (although I guess for my size it’s probably average) but no matter how drunk I get I seem to have a pretty clear memory of what happened the next day.[/quote]

size doesnt matter, even at my best, 6’0’’ 240 lbs of muscle, i couldnt go through a six pack of coors light without getting drunk.

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[quote]JLone wrote:

[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:
Well I shoot the fuckers every year. They fall, wounded, from the sky and a dog grabs them, brings them to me and if still alive I break their necks too. It’s actually pretty humane.

The only difference is a neighborhood pond isn’t a typical hunt. But those ducks actually had a less traumatic death than normally hunted ducks. FTR and all.[/quote]
FFS, don’t bring hunting into this. I can not believe you just compared killing tame ducks to hunting.

A better analogy would be that you broke into a petting zoo and killed livestock.
At least you ate them.

Sorry to sidetrack this thread I thought it was funny as hell.[/quote]
Oh it was hunting allright. Maybe a hunting/farming hybrid.