winstonpilgrim said about 4 months ago or at 3:06PM on Tuesday, July 1 2008.
I often wake up after a night on the piss with a horrible anxious feeling...then gradually I recall the night before.
Pissing in a carpeted bank teller...that's one regret I have.
Everyone saw my undies on Saturday night. I sorta regret that.
Haha! ^^. I have a bit of a habit of showing my undies and/or boobies.... it must stop!
you not alone. i puked in a bin in one of those bank teller rooms. Worst thing is that the whole sorry episode would have been on security tape with multiple angles.
At least you puked in the Bin. If you gonna puke, its best to try for some sort of recepticle to contain the slop, i reckon. Well done you!
It was funny when I walked past a couple of days later and had ripped the carpet out and put tiles in.
Noone really enjoys the stench of piss soaked carpet, Winston. Do they?
i kept thinking how that little room would smell with the auto doors closed from friday night to saturday.... a long stream of people entering, gagging, and leaving.
I've had a few...too few to mention.
Blackouts tend to have that effect, LP. Ha.
Sometimes I think it would be easier if they just threw me out of the Tote when I got there.
lots of regrets when i went through a stage of compulsively stealing shit from pubs when drunk.
mainly because it was such totally ineffectual theft. i'd wake up with a crap glass or ash tray stashed in my clothes.
Be careful reget don't evolve into The Fear
my only regret is that i didnt get drunker
It's not that great, no. The piss was clear though, so it wouldn't have been that bad, surely.
i regret not going to the brunswick st. festival the year willsy got naked. i was probably drunk somewhere else.
I took a shortcut drunk through an abandoned railway yard and busted my knee
my regret is playing extreme singstar in the lounge room and braking my foot! cue 6 weeks in plaster. yay.
I could tell you some shockers... but I won't.
You must have braked suddenly to end up in plaster.
walked into a glass wall in a club... smashed my front tooth out.
its amazing how bad you look with a front tooth missing.
Being removed from a club by Ambulance isnt a good look either.
yeah I have to stop plaing kareoke while driving
Shit that tooth thing would have hurt
nah... there are some advantages to being drunk.
I fell on mine. I mean from standing height, I landed on my tooth whilst play wrestling apparently. My mates reckon it's one of the worst sounds they've ever heard.
Falling over all of the time... Falling over while coming onto cute muso's... Coming onto muso's in general... I really need to stop making an arse of myself in general... I'm good at scaring people, well most people think i'm an arse...
The older I get the more of a dick I manage to make of myself on intoxicants. It’s a phenomenon that entered my life around the same time I started crying at Current Affair montages.
Once, when I was about 14 my Mum got drunk at an extended family BBQ on, of all fucking things, peach cooler. She had to be ferried home by my aunty and as she was loaded into the car one of the other women at the BBQ handed her a sly glass of wine through the window. I sat in the back of the car horrified as I watched my Mum engage in a tug of war with my aunty over a disposable tumbler of goon.
On some mornings after I look back on my actions and words and can see the peach cooler clinging psycho in my genes.
Probably only a couple of really fucking stupid things I've done that I regret; on the whole I'm even fine with having vomited with my face in a gutter while the gushing rainwater soaked my clothes. I was young! It seemed like the right thing to do at the time, and I didn't die from it.
so many..... god. so many.
im usually pretty well behaved when drunk, but I once pissed on a table in the middle of a packed Quiet Man in kensington, and was promptly removed by mates before bouncers got punchy.
I was tackled to the ground and kicked in the head by bouncers at The Star Bar, south melbourne. I'm sure the bouncers regretted that.
well, thats what you get for going to the star bar
Hmmmm, almost getting arrested in Tokyo after a crazy night which started in Yoyogi park drinking Chu-Hi cans with friends, going to a new club opening in Shibuya where because we were gaijin and friends with this Korean model we got in for free (other people it was 4000Yen or $40AUD), but better yet it was FREE unlimited drinks (you get a cup and just re-fill it all night). I don't think I've ever been more drunk in my life. Somehow ended up at a Karaoke place that had all these tubs of beer at the front counter. I thought they were free, so took some (read heaps) and put them in my bag. We are all happily singing in the karaoke booth when suddenly all these cops burst in demanding to know about the stolen beer, which we had drunk by now. Somehow my very drunk Peruvian friend explains to them the mistake and we are left with this HUGE bill. Everyone was super angry at me, especially because I had no money on me to help pay. Ahhhhh crazy times.
i coated the inside of some toilet cubicle in a bar in carlton with vomit once, slipped in it and then was found by friend being held up by my belt by a bouncer. it seems like it happened to someone else though so not really a regret.
but i usually regret getting on the udls at work and then walking home with a full bladder. last friday i stopped at the flying duck, the mt erica and had to go again when i got home.
I don't remember all the things I probably should regret.
Ha. Once I stood across the road from Star Bar screaming out ''STAAAAAAR BAAAAAR'' in a really stupid voice. Everyone there looked like a complete douche.
lmfao. claps
can they really count as regrets if i start drinking again to feel better about it?
Yes.
On some mornings after I look back on my actions and words and can see the peach cooler clinging psycho in my genes.
classic
I've only been there once. Someone told me what happen, and it did.
I met Carlton football players and got bashed by a bouncer.
my time in kings cross last week after drinking those teapots...wished i stuck with 1 teapot instead
sobering up
Oh and the 1st time I ever got drunk at 14 or 15 was totally crazy. I don't remember anything at all from the night but apparently I vomited everywhere in my friends parents car who drove me home cos I was so bad. I had kicked a hole in a door of their house, a ping pong table fell on me when my drunk friends all sat on it and people tried to tie me down with life jackets because I got violent. I didn't drink again for a long time.
oh and I ate my vomit. ewwww
I vomited in my friend's mother's basket of toilet rolls, then left it there.