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PostPosted: Fri May 10, 2013 4:01 pm 

Holy shit Barney, if I was going to that Batman night tonight, I would gave you a raking


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PostPosted: Fri May 10, 2013 4:09 pm 

Don't worry John, I'm going to that Batman thing and I'll have all the slagging he needs ready for him.


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PostPosted: Fri May 10, 2013 5:44 pm 

haha, i will serialise my reasons for stopping drinking and taking drugs in my upcoming zine. most are events like this


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PostPosted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:06 pm 

No way youse hoors have been hangover free for the past few months.

Spill!!!


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PostPosted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 1:57 pm 

Had some bad one's recently but nothing to write home about really. Spent a whole day with delerium tremens after finishing a bottle of Putinoff.


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PostPosted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 2:12 pm 

Played a gig in Tralee recently and got royally shitfaced.
Woke up the next morning, few cuts and bruises, no recollection of it whatsoever. Grand says I, could be worse.
Had the fear for a few days after, t'wasn't until five days later I find out I nearly got "escorted" from the bar for running around with no shirt on and nicking shit. Fairly tame to be honest, but didn't help the fear anyway.


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PostPosted: Thu May 12, 2016 2:20 pm 

Bound to have been a few sore heads and interesting tales in the past couple of years....


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PostPosted: Sun May 15, 2016 6:41 pm 

wobblechops wrote:
well this is one of many but its definitely up there. I was in barcelona in a squat, a nice squat at that, but it had no running water. the girls who lived there were nice enough to let me and my mate sit there and get totally off our face while they went out. Through being extremely bad boys we had come into posession of 10 boxes of rohypnol held in a big package by a rubber band and a bag of assorted other pills and potions, we couldnt work out what the other things were because neither of us spoke or understood spanish. A week previously another chap had eaten loads of what he thought were downers, took a bit of a funny reaction, swollen up and puked everywhere for days, obviously we got a bit worried but when someone who understood translated it turned out he had been eating HRT tablets for women on the menopause. Anyway, drinking whiskey, eating rohypnols, totally cabbaged, talking utter bollocks, dribbling everywhere. as i was about to pass out my mate handed me a rake of little pills, "eat these, theyre great" he says. so i did. night ends.

woke up on a bed feeling totally fucked. was wearing a nice pair of skinny jeans and this confused me. i was still in the nice girls squat. i staggered into the living room, "here where are my shorts and where did i get these jeans?" i asked, very confused. Everyone glared at me, apart from my mate who was in the corner in convulsions of laughter. "You shit yourself everywhere, it was shooting out of your ass like a fountain and dribbling out of your shorts! they are my trousers we put you in after carrying you down the stairs, out to the fountain in the street and washing you in it bollock naked! we had to hold a plastic bag under your ass and prop you up while shit sprayed out of you into it! you were fucking unconscious the whole time!" Turns out the bastard had known what some of the tablets were, fucking laxatives!

cant believe they were all so nice about sorting me out i would have just left me outside lol. live and learn!

This is the greatest story ever told!


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PostPosted: Wed May 18, 2016 12:39 am 

Jesus the crippling fear that must have been brought on after an episode like that. :lol:


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PostPosted: Wed May 18, 2016 1:24 am 

The nonchalant nature of comments like this make this thread one of the best ever things i've read on the internet.

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Then one of the lads tried to kill himself by driving up a near vertical hill in the digger shouting "this is it! This is the end!". I could care less at the time


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PostPosted: Thu May 19, 2016 5:06 pm 

I can't even read this thread anymore.. The Fear, Christ the night.


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PostPosted: Mon May 23, 2016 11:46 am 

Probably the worst one yet had all of last week although I did escape vomiting.
Headed over to Liverpool last Friday for a gig and started drinking steins of Smithwicks in the airport that morning. So was on it all day Friday and Saturday, I was supposed to go home on Sunday but after a pint at breakfast I thought it'd be a great idea to just stay on another day and book another flight home. So another day on the piss ensued. On Monday I rang into work telling them I'd be back in a day later which didn't go down too well at all.
Sunday arrives and I have a few more pints just to get me functioning and I somehow make it through the airport and home.

And so began the worst week-long hangover yet. I was so fucking exhausted that night I couldn't stay awake but thought if I closed my eyes and went to sleep I would die. Very bad palpitations aswell. Kept waking up through the night all week - bedsheets soaking with sweat.
When I did make it into work on the wednesday I was far from human, was overheating like fuck and there was sweat on my back like a layer of frost. I think maybe by Thursday it was looking up, although then set in the worst case of hangover depression yet. Coupled with the fear that I was going to lose my job didn't help either. I took my bollocking like a man nonetheless.
I thought I'd test a pint at the weekend there and was sure I could taste blood. Fucking not on.


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PostPosted: Wed May 25, 2016 10:01 pm 

Not strictly a hangover, but after a night on the piss woke up on the sofa at the ungodly hour of 6am for a piss, stumbled to the bathroom done the business and luckily back to the sofa noticing a smell as i went along, it appeared i got up and shit on the tile floor in the middle of the night and during my toilet trip i stepped on it and tracked it all the way down the hall, cue frantic kitchen roll and mop action before the mother got up, i wouldnt have lived that one down but it makes for an amusing story in the pub sometimes!


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PostPosted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:18 pm 

It took a few days, but I've read the whole thread.

Ye fucking degenerates.

I'm such a boring youngfella.


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PostPosted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:46 pm 

Eliminator wrote:
Thursday it was looking up, although then set in the worst case of hangover depression yet. nd was sure I could taste blood. Fucking not on.


ha that's the killer these days , the physical symptoms start to wear off but the mental torture lasts a few days longer


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