ForgotenWarrior6
Revel in this, bitch.
Looks like hanging out with your brother must be the lulz
haha, yeah.. most the time.. especially when Im not the guy stuck taking care of him
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haha, yeah.. most the time.. especially when Im not the guy stuck taking care of him
'Nother story. (God I love this thread)
Me and the boys are at a club drinking. The bands suck, but we love em anyway, and proceed to take the party on the road. We get our hands on a bottle of Jack, and get dropped off at some guys house who we expect to have more liquor. We get there, he's a geek type dude who leads us down to his basement and makes us watch him play video games. I swear, it felt like Saw or that we were about to get raped. I fake taking a call to get us the hell out of there and notice the rack of wine next to the door. So, being drunken me, I say to my bro, "make a distraction! I'm gonna jack the creep's liquor!". He kinda nodded at me and turned around, fuckin' puked all over the guy. Projectile vomit to the face, no joke. The next words I said were along the lines of "Run like fuck!" and we jammed outta that piece!
Me and the boys are at a club drinking. The bands suck, but we love em anyway, and proceed to take the party on the road. We get our hands on a bottle of Jack, and get dropped off at some guys house who we expect to have more liquor. We get there, he's a geek type dude who leads us down to his basement and makes us watch him play video games. I swear, it felt like Saw or that we were about to get raped. I fake taking a call to get us the hell out of there and notice the rack of wine next to the door. So, being drunken me, I say to my bro, "make a distraction! I'm gonna jack the creep's liquor!". He kinda nodded at me and turned around, fuckin' puked all over the guy. Projectile vomit to the face, no joke. The next words I said were along the lines of "Run like fuck!" and we jammed outta that piece!
2 hours before a gig I went with a friend to a bar to drink.
Well, I don't really remember what I drunk after 5-6 beers..
The next morning I woke in my bed and I didn't remember what happened.
My band mates told me that I went to the gig but couldn't play a riff but I was playing BLUES (??!!)
for like 1 hour and then walked outside the club and fell into the street
...
I never believed them until we've got a video from that gig and I was like WTF??
Well, I don't really remember what I drunk after 5-6 beers..
The next morning I woke in my bed and I didn't remember what happened.
My band mates told me that I went to the gig but couldn't play a riff but I was playing BLUES (??!!)
for like 1 hour and then walked outside the club and fell into the street
...I never believed them until we've got a video from that gig and I was like WTF??
More for ya.
I'm doing this project involving 40 minutes of fluid audio, and I visited my favorite forum on the planet for tips. Some fellow called Andy Sneap has this forum on this awesome site.
Anyway, I wrap it up, and try to find my bro cause he's drunk, and I need to catch up. I find him, he's wasted on a can on tenpoint Pit Bull and a 40 of Olde English, couple shots of vodka. I take his other can and drain it. I accept his other 40, and drain it. We go to the bar. There we had a few philospohical discussions and a lot of drunken fun. Bro goes home. I stay and get drunk. Er. I decide to walk home myself, but get thrown in a car with some new people and we wind up at this guy's apartment complete with two thirty packs of budweiser and corona. Enter beer pong. And..... Blackout. I threw up a couple times, don't recall. Next morning though, hangover from hell.
I made it a personal goal to pay the porcelain gods homage every time the urge hit me. Which was many, many times. I occasionally hear the odd tale about that night, having to do with the pool, the naked dancing, and the hot (drunken) babe I got to make out with, but whom puked all over my clothes (hence the naked dancing). And that, my friends, was a wednesday.
I'm doing this project involving 40 minutes of fluid audio, and I visited my favorite forum on the planet for tips. Some fellow called Andy Sneap has this forum on this awesome site.
Anyway, I wrap it up, and try to find my bro cause he's drunk, and I need to catch up. I find him, he's wasted on a can on tenpoint Pit Bull and a 40 of Olde English, couple shots of vodka. I take his other can and drain it. I accept his other 40, and drain it. We go to the bar. There we had a few philospohical discussions and a lot of drunken fun. Bro goes home. I stay and get drunk. Er. I decide to walk home myself, but get thrown in a car with some new people and we wind up at this guy's apartment complete with two thirty packs of budweiser and corona. Enter beer pong. And..... Blackout. I threw up a couple times, don't recall. Next morning though, hangover from hell.
I made it a personal goal to pay the porcelain gods homage every time the urge hit me. Which was many, many times. I occasionally hear the odd tale about that night, having to do with the pool, the naked dancing, and the hot (drunken) babe I got to make out with, but whom puked all over my clothes (hence the naked dancing). And that, my friends, was a wednesday.
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This. Alot of great nights because of the cap'n.
Short and sweet tale. When i was sixteen i was dd'ing for my friends and girlfriend who were just obliterated when we left and my girlfriend puked out the window, it flew IN the back window and splattered my co-guitar player and old friend in the face haha. First time i ever drove, and this was also 90 miles an hour on deserted highway in colorado. Lol aww good times
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