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Groovy Hate F*ck
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Nuuk , Greenland
Posts: 9,401
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Another one I remembered.
Was at a club with a bunch of friends , one of them knew this really rich girl who`s parents were away.She wanted us to come back to hers for a bit of a party. We walking there with her when she was stopped by her ex boyfriend.She gave the house keys to one of my mates & told him to let us all in & grab a beer. When we got in a couple of guys decided to go exploring and a couple of mins later came downstairs with the contents of this girls underwear draw. When she walked in about half an hour later she was treated to the sight of 10 guys sitting around her kitchen table drinking beer wearing her underwear over their clothes. |
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The worst I've ever been is a night I do not remember, but I was told the stories:
-We were sitting on a hill and all of a sudden I straddled my friend lindsay saying "I wanna have sex with a girl!" -I was with my friend Chris laying my head on his thigh and all of a sudden I started biting the shit outta his leg. -Myself and two other girls attacked my friend Charles' neck and chest, pinning him to the ground and biting ever so softly, leaving him with killer hickeys the next day. -Myself and the two other girls then moved on to my exboyfriend Mike. -Lindsay had a puppy and I named it Toby even though his name was Bandit. First off I started trying to make out with it...with tongue. Second I got tangled up in it's chain. -After I was laying on a hill puking my guts out while they force fed me crackers and water to help, they attempted to take me into the house to pass out. However, I resisted screaming at the top of my lungs as they pulled me "THEY'RE GONNA KILL ME!" I find it funny I can only remember that stuff because they told me. If they didnt, I would be oblivious. Other little tid bits: -I've pole danced for about 20 people in a basement(fully clothed though-I didnt have THAT much to drink). -I walked along a busy road with a Smirnoff in my hand(mind you, drinking age here is 21 and I am 17) and yelled at cars on my way to a playground. -I jumped into a jacuzzi fully clothed because I thought I had more clothes inside, but I didnt. -I've slept on a pool table.
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Avin' It!
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I have a confession to make.
About a year ago I came home completely leathered and logged onto MusicBanter. I began to make a thread (with one eye open) in the Lounge about how I hated and despised everyone on these forums. The rant included a member by member character assassination, with me going into great detail about each persons faults and annoying ways. Needless to say...it went on for ever (this being a drunken tirade of abuse) complete with the obligatory drunken spelling mistakes. Fortunately, by the time I'd finished (enough to get me a life ban) my posting time limit ran out. That's the kind of drunk I am. ![]()
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Choose Liverpool. Choose the dole queue. Choose to scam disability benefit. Choose mind-numbing, grinding efficiency over flair. Choose Torben Piechnik, Istvan Kozma and Paul Stewart. Choose not to win a single league title since the backpass rule was implemented. Choose penalties. Choose car stereos, hubcaps and stanley knives. Choose to trade on your proud sense of tradition and then not lift a finger in protest when two American billionaires who don't even know the name of your club decide to buy it. Choose to win the European Cup whilst only having to play seven matches. Choose to bask in a perpetual, sickening, media love-in. Choose celebrities who **** off out of your city as soon as they have earned the money to do so and then spend the rest of their lives harping on about how wonderful it is. Choose to sing about Munich until confronted with your own tragedy. Choose to end it all in an orgy of self pity, just another excuse to perpetuate the grief culture spawned by your selfish, insular ****ed-up excuse for a city. Choose your future. Choose Scouse. |
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They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
Posts: 1,208
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About three weeks ago, after I broke up with my boyfriend, I drank for about a week straight. And each night I'd get online, like musicbanter and myspace. And I was picking fights in the "your day" thread. And after a quick verbal joust with Les Paul, I said something and was like "Heeeeeeeeeere moddy moddy moddy! Heeeeere moddy!" You want the bone!? GO GET THE BONE!". At the time it was REALLY funny. But PTS ended up deleting everything that happened and warned me.
I can be an angry drunk. I like picking fights and flipping over tables and yelling a lot. I also tell it how it is!
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Groovy Hate F*ck
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Nuuk , Greenland
Posts: 9,401
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I start fights & stand back and watch them when i`m drunk.
I started a mass brawl in a nightclub once that got the place closed down for the night.I sat outside watching people fighting & getting marched out into the police van. ![]() |
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