Drunken Meltdowns.

[Mexicano Rojo]

no waiting for something to download on my ipod

[flammableBen]

Mex wins.

[Rustle]

You should have a medal. Teenagers nowadays have no idea how to live it up.

My friend also once upchucked in a fishpond. the fish seemed to like it.

Teenagers these days only drink those alcopops thing's,you need propper beer/cider/spirits to get propper pissed.

I cant touch cider no more after getting wrecked on it one night drinking that diesel shit,ending up in some girls house i did't even know.    

[axs]

Cider and Tequila are the two drinks I won't go near.

Because they are rank.

[flammableBen]

Teenagers these days only drink those alcopops thing's,you need propper beer/cider/spirits to get propper pissed.

I cant touch cider no more after getting wrecked on it one night drinking that diesel shit,ending up in some girls house i did't even know.    

How terrible.

[Mexicano Rojo]

i remember a yeovil meltdown that he has no recollection of whatsoever, it was actually the last time i saw him for a few years.

It was at glastonbury in about 1991, it was saturday afternoon and loads of us were sat around our tents totally fucked when yeovil appeared out of nowhere carrying a football. He wasnt camping with us or anything he just appeared, i hadnt seen him for a bout 4 months previously.

"Alright lads fancy a kick around?"

we then preceded to play football for about 15 minutes and knocked over/flattened about 30/40 tents in the process before without saying another word he just picke up his ball and walked off.

I didnt see him again for about 12 years

thats a true story and the fucked up twat has absolutely no recollection of it

[Rustle]

How terrible.

You would't have said that if you would have seen her,and no i did't thank god i was to pissed to.

[flammableBen]

I wrote a Drunken Meltdown jingle for my friend (he's unsurprisingly dreading going back to visit his folks for Christmas). We were chatting about webcams and stuff, and he asked me to record something funny for him on my poundland microphone, whilst he was getting some munch. I obliged. It's a bit repetitive, yet quite catchy if I do say so myself.

[url width=200 height=59]http://www.tindeck.com/audio/image/b/ejrn[/url]

[flammableBen]

i remember a yeovil meltdown that he has no recollection of whatsoever, it was actually the last time i saw him for a few years.

It was at glastonbury in about 1991, it was saturday afternoon and loads of us were sat around our tents totally fucked when yeovil appeared out of nowhere carrying a football. He wasnt camping with us or anything he just appeared, i hadnt seen him for a bout 4 months previously.

"Alright lads fancy a kick around?"

we then preceded to play football for about 15 minutes and knocked over/flattened about 30/40 tents in the process before without saying another word he just picke up his ball and walked off.

I didnt see him again for about 12 years

thats a true story and the fucked up twat has absolutely no recollection of it

Yeovil is my hero.

[axs]

I wrote a Drunken Meltdown jingle for my friend (he's unsurprisingly dreading going back to visit his folks for Christmas). We were chatting about webcams and stuff, and he asked me to record something funny for him on my poundland microphone, whilst he was getting some munch. I obliged. It's a bit repetitive, yet quite catchy if I do say so myself.

[url width=200 height=59]http://www.tindeck.com/audio/image/b/ejrn[/url]

I do like the melodies.

[Rustle]

i remember a yeovil meltdown that he has no recollection of whatsoever, it was actually the last time i saw him for a few years.

It was at glastonbury in about 1991, it was saturday afternoon and loads of us were sat around our tents totally fucked when yeovil appeared out of nowhere carrying a football. He wasnt camping with us or anything he just appeared, i hadnt seen him for a bout 4 months previously.

"Alright lads fancy a kick around?"

we then preceded to play football for about 15 minutes and knocked over/flattened about 30/40 tents in the process before without saying another word he just picke up his ball and walked off.

I didnt see him again for about 12 years

thats a true story and the fucked up twat has absolutely no recollection of it

Did't nobody say anything after you knocked all the tent's down ?

[Rustle]

I do like the melodies.

Could use that as a ringtone.

[axs]

Could use that as a ringtone.

Could - yes. Would - no.

[Barry Scott]

I have some pretty bad ones, i'll skate over them with a lack of detail because they're very fucking embarrassing.

1. I was 17 and off my face. I woke up face down on a toilet floor, barely able to walk, jumped in my old fiat uno with too many people and raced to a night club pulling out my stereo and throwing it at someone on route. My licence survived, but shouldn't have. That was the one and only time i drunk drove.

2. Went to a girl from school's house party and amused myself by stuffing the home owners property, namely clean clothes, down the back of kitchen units, because it would be impossible to get them out. I later pulled the headlight covers off the poor girl's dad's classic car and hid them. I also put rizla in the parents pillow cases and set the tumbledrier and motocross bike on fire to prove that petrol burns not the object. Fortunately i was proven right.

3. Coming home fucked, hiding my laptop, forgetting i'd hid it, phoning the pigs to report it stolen, along with my old dear, then finding it later. (There is so much more to this story and it still makes me cringe with embarrassment.)

4. Throwing a bin through the window of a shop in town, running off and across fleet street, towards route 66. As i run across the road a police car was in the road (stopped i think?) and i threw a full can of coke at said car.

I'm gonna stop, because i'm remembering more. Some of these incidents have scared me off drink for months at a time.

[pauld]

One New Years' Eve when I was about 15, went to a house party, we're all stopping over. Fairly early on into the evening, copped off with this lass who'd apparently been into me for some time (yes I know, but it did happen sometimes back then, honest). Then we decided to rejoin the party, not be anti-social and all that. So I consume some more and then some more and somehow between rejoining the party and around 1am I've forgottten I've copped off with this lass and, erm, copped off with her best mate instead/as well. Next morning of course best mate claims she knows nothing about me having copped off with the first one and it's all my fault. Which it was to be fair, although I think she had more idea than she let on. Breakfast was a somewhat silent affair.

And about 10 years ago on a work weekend away in Barcelona, somehow found myself in a confrontation with half a dozen armed (submachine guns) coppers. Apparently I was having a go at them about something and had to be dragged off by colleagues. There's more to this one, but I'm leaving it there - suffice to say from what I've been told I was bloody lucky not to end up in Casualty or a morgue