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[Quezo]

So I don't go to strip clubs but my wife digs them and a couple friends wanted to go to one in AJ that a girl we went to High school with worked at. So I went. We get there and just start pounding drinks. My wife gets like 2 lap dances and then the girl we know does her thing and then she is off and offers to take us to have drinks at a bar down the road and she was going to pay for everything! We go and her and my wife are bro-ing out hard and just slamming drinks. My wife is wasted and tried to get on to a bar stool and instead knocks it over. Across the room this group of girls starts laughing and one says "you dropped your seat bitch" The stripper friend of ours says " fuck you and the girl that said it comes over and gets in her face. My wife then says something like shut the fuck up or something and the big mouthed girl comes walking up to her and like puts her finger in my wife's face and thinks that she is going to yell in her face. My wife doesn't say anything after that and just hits her in the face ALOT! Ear rings and flip flops and cell phones go everywhere and I have to drag my wife out the back door of the bar and take her home. The next day she was mad that she lost her flip flops and didn't remember any of it.

Nattie is like this red bull sized can of whoop ass that you are all like "no, it's ok man, you open it" and your friend is all like "nah, man. YOU open it".

Then you take the can out to a nice burrito dinner and drink your vodka neat, like a good Ruskie and are careful not to shake it up too much. Ice is ok though

[capharnaum]

some of you old school shizz og's might remember the 338 malibu house
i inhabited for a few years. anyways one night wood, burke, AAA crew and a bunch more were over and
i got entirely way too wasted on meister brau or quarts of high life, (drinks of choice during this era)
gravity bongs and far too many xanax's. i woke up the next day sore as all fuck not knowing why. my
arms were so fucking dead and my chest felt like a gorilla sat on me all night. i puked all over my hospital bed
in my room which had so many nooks and crannies and getting that stuff cleaned up was a nightmare. since
i didn't remember too too much, i got the story from my roomie that apparently me and another shizzie (who shall remain nameless)
decided that it would be a good idea to get a workout in while partying. bench presses apparently ensued for a while
in between gravity bong sessions which happened to be setup right next to the workout bench in our little az room back there.
haven't done a gravity bong or a bench press since then.

[jeremx]

my worst one was probably at hell city at the biltmore last july 4th weekend. we'd been drinking all day pretty much and made our way to the pool and started trading people beers for shots since all anyone had was liquor and we had a 30pk. at some point tyler heads back up to the room and i decided i'd like to walk around and see more of the place. i'm pretty sure i was in my swim trunks and maybe a shirt. not sure there. i recall staring at some piece of artwork on the wall of the hotel restaurant and listening to these 3 guys talk up some athlete about how they were going to make him a rockstar. i contemplated walking over and telling them they were all full of shit. thank god i didn't. i must have had a moment of clarity or something because i left. i ended up in what must be some native american meeting hall because there was this very intricate native design in the carpet covering the whole room. it was completely empty however. i'm pretty sure i talked to some spirits in there before leaving my beer coozie in the center of the room as some kind of offering. i have absolutely no idea how i got back to the room but i woke up to tyler half-dragging me to the bathroom because i was puking all over the bed i was in. i don't think i've ever puked in my sleep so that was a first. i probably threw up for another 30mins in the sink before stumbling back to bed. thankfully, they had swapped the blankets out for me. hopefully, that won't happen again when hell city rolls through again this summer. ha

[urvile]

That friday night at the coffee place is about as wasted I ever get anymore

I don't really have any good stories. One time I tried touching a friend's boob and I got slapped. I propositioned my ex for sex in front of her mom, which she didn't care for to say the least. One New Years I went from sober to puking drunk in 15 minutes and soon passed out.

My favorite was my 29th birthday, went out got piss ass drunk and woke up to a pair of huge ass titties

[Tender Lad]

My favorite was my 29th birthday, went out got piss ass drunk and woke up to a pair of huge ass titties

I like this one the best because it sends a message of hope.

[urvile]

My favorite was my 29th birthday, went out got piss ass drunk and woke up to a pair of huge ass titties

I like this one the best because it sends a message of hope.

No... actually I broke her heart. She told me that she loved me, and I said "I'm sorry. I don't" then left, and didn't talk to her for a week. My ex had came back into my life who I still had feelings for and I felt like I had to make a decision right there and well... 6 months later I was living out of my car

She was a really cool gal, and I still feel really shitty about the whole thing. You know there was a time in my life I *NEVER* thought I'd hear those words, and then I pull something like that.

Anyways, I'm sorry I'm derailing the conversation

[raubhimself]

The 17 hour drinking marathon the night of the pre-Minibosses 10th show was pretty rowdy. That was long distance drinking though, had to be in it for the long haul. So I just kept a peak of drunkeness going but had a great conversation with that Navajo hobo (Navajo Hobo, new band name) that wandered in.

I think the last time I got really wasted was a year or two ago, right after I moved into my apartment. I went out with some friends on a whim, ended up getting tanked. Puked in a parking garage walking back to a car, and puked out my friend's door on the way back to my house. When I got back, I remember my roommate, his girlfriend, and two of their friends were watching a movie. As soon as I walked in I said something like "I puked twice on the way here", fell over, and woke up on the floor in the morning.

[ShawnPhase]

one time i went on a bender with pure pharmaceutical grade dxm powder (the active ingredient in cough medicine)..i took an estimated 3/4 of an ounce (~19000mg), basically 1.4 grams every 4 or 6 hours. i was anesthetized for 4-6 hours at a time, came out of it, took more. lather, rinse, repeat for 8 days. i saw shit from a 4rd persom perspective, i guess 'us and them' or some shit. it wasnt a hallucenatory situation as much as an anistetic one, and it wasnt uncomfortable. i was dealing with some pretty heavy shit at the time and i guess that was the answer i saw fit for myself.

i shaved my head for some reason and dont have a whole lot of memory from it other than a ton of introspective thought and i know i premeditated it pretty well, because i weighed it all out into 700mg O size pills with a triple beam. i just ate the shit over and over as soon as the disassociation wore off. i guess i was conscious for all of it, because i only remember passing out for maybe an hour a few days into it and then a few more hours a few days later. since then my life has never been the same, nothing ive ever done to get inebriated has effected me the way it did prior to that.

[Wizwars]

(for all you non Minibosses forum people, these names won't make sense, but thats fine)

Not really a funny story, but I think last time I got really, really wasted was in Seattle, at Norg's place for PAX '08, just a couple hours prior to the Minibosses show. Pretty much spent the entire afternoon pounding shitty beer (mostly Coors Light I think) and some Sparks Lite (oh my GOD so bad). I ended up losing my PAX badge which left me frantically scrambling around the house in a drunken haze with mercatfat (I think?) trying to locate it, only to find out I'd placed it somewhere stupid (can't remember where). At some point I realized I had to puke, and when I went to use the downstairs bathroom so as to not disturb anyone with my puking sounds, I find DH leaving the bathroom, and he says something like "Eh guy, come on in!" to which I respond "GET OUT OF MY WAY I'M GOING TO BE SICK".

I ended up feeling ok after I puked though and was completely sober for the Minibosses concert, though at some point during their set these random dudes who were rockin' out next to us passed a bottle of whiskey to our group. My stupid ass takes a swig and it was instantly like fire in my belly. I'm not sure how I didn't fucking spew right there, but I managed to keep it together.

Since then, I pretty much stopped drinking heavy. That summer in particular I was pretty n00bish about it and usually ended up getting violently sick every time I drank. Fuck all that.

[Rial]

I have gotten black out drunk once, all the other times I get "wasted" I am awesome and do rad things, none of this will be shared.

But the one time I got black out drunk:
I had made some homebrew and wasn't the most hygienic when I made it, so it got all gross and grew weird shit. I left it in the carboy for like a month, then after that month it started fermenting again, so i figured I would bottle it and give it a try. The result: One 22 oz, the instant the last drop hit my throat I started seeing tracers, hearing helicopters, got instantly smashed, threw up and went to "sleep"...all in a matter of 5 minutes. Apparently I didn't go to sleep and proceeded to do awesome shit. I just have no idea what. Woke up in a front yard, with a pillow and blankets.

On a related note. I lived at home during the time of this hypno-homebrew episode and so did my sister. She and my moms didn't get along, so she was kicked out of the house, so she moved into the storage shed in the back yard, and one night she drank all the hypno-beer ( I put it in the shed ala the ark of the coveinent at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark) and she burnt down the shed, with her in it, she escaped the flames unscathed, but shit was pretty epic.

[Jacki O.]

I have gotten black out drunk once, all the other times I get "wasted" I am awesome and do rad things, none of this will be shared.

But the one time I got black out drunk:
I had made some homebrew and wasn't the most hygienic when I made it, so it got all gross and grew weird shit. I left it in the carboy for like a month, then after that month it started fermenting again, so i figured I would bottle it and give it a try. The result: One 22 oz, the instant the last drop hit my throat I started seeing tracers, hearing helicopters, got instantly smashed, threw up and went to "sleep"...all in a matter of 5 minutes. Apparently I didn't go to sleep and proceeded to do awesome shit. I just have no idea what. Woke up in a front yard, with a pillow and blankets.

On a related note. I lived at home during the time of this hypno-homebrew episode and so did my sister. She and my moms didn't get along, so she was kicked out of the house, so she moved into the storage shed in the back yard, and one night she drank all the hypno-beer ( I put it in the shed ala the ark of the coveinent at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark) and she burnt down the shed, with her in it, she escaped the flames unscathed, but shit was pretty epic.

i need this recipe!

[urvile]

^what she said

[Tony]

the last time i got truly wasted was halloween of 2008. i don't remember much of the night, but there are a lot of photos of me wearing a referee outfit. i did not dress as a referee for halloween.

i blame john lipfert for this, since he dressed as santa claus and was giving out little gift bottles of liquor throughout the evening. oh, and i also blame sparks.

i've done many, many ridiculous things while drunk, although i don't have an epic story that encompasses a specifc night. i do believe, however, that my body of work still deserves attention. like in hollywood, i may never win an oscar for a particular performance, but i might get the lifetime achievement award.