I was so shitfaced it took me half an hour to get up off the bathroom floor. I hit the lid of the washing basket too hard when I wanted domething to hold onto and left a big crack in it.
lol,,that reminds me when i got in shitfaced and went straight into the shower..( had the small of booze and **** on me), and fell straight through the glass shower door and fell right onto the hard floor..my ribs hurt for several weeks after that
Yes! but felt so guilty, I returned them, with a little note ( pretending they were written by the gnomes, saying they took a little adventure and were glad to be back):)
Yes! but felt so guilty, I returned them, with a little note ( pretending they were written by the gnomes, saying they took a little adventure and were glad to be back):)
... ah hahaha that's so cute.... you must be innocent out!
It was the week-end Princess Diana died and it was all anyone would blooming talk about. We got to one pub and EVERY record the DJ played was dedicated to 'saint' Diana:rolleyes:
Remember this was also the week that Mother Teresa died. Now, I'm not a fan of Mother Teresa's stand on contraceptives but hey, wasn't going to let a minor ecumenical matter stop me...
Me in my best loud voice - 'How about a song for a REAL saint - Mother Teresa died this week too you know'
Yeaah, just one drunken voice in a drunken crowd - except behind me was a rugby club who all seemed to be catholic and spoiling for a fight who echoed my call 'Yeah, what about Mother Teresa' etc.
Of course, the loyal Dianaists argued back, not willing to share their pity party.
Words were exchanged between both groups, then a bit of male posturing and my then boyfriend dragged me out just as the fists (and furniture) started flying.
We made the free newspaper that week:D Well, not me as I'd scarpered. But yeah, a lot of damage was done:o
I've definitely posted this before - but here goes ...
Many years ago (about 30) A friend and I had either had a night out or sat in mine drinking lots. When she was going home (2-3am ish) I said I will walk with you. On the way we passed a field full of daffodils (I guess it must have been march-ish!) and we both picked loads (I.m sorry, I'm ashamed .. )
Then we passed the local social club where a police car was parked outside, the occupants obviously partaking of some stay behind fun ...
Then my friend and I proceeded to decorate the police car with the illicit daffodils .. down the door handles, in the windscreen wipers, in the exhaust ... and just generally across the bonnet and the roof ...
Still to this day I would have loved to have seen their faces when they emerged from their little late night soiree ...
I don't know if that counts as naughty but we did think it was hysterical at the time ...
I don't know I can't remember. Being drunk is not all bad, I'd had a drink when I plucked up the courage to drunk text my boyfriend, who at the time was actually my boss...
Certainly not proud of this but we pulled a number of plants up from a pubs window box and put them in a colleagues briefcase. At the time we were pissing ourselves laughing, when I sobered up I felt such shame.
We never admitted to the colleague and he never said anything but we did admit to the pub and compensate them.
I tried to break into Southwark Police station whilst pissed on vodka & Red Bull after a night out at Ministry of Sound. Cop's said most folk try to break out, this is the first time we've had someone trying to break in. Sobered up, let me go.
I don't know I can't remember. Being drunk is not all bad, I'd had a drink when I plucked up the courage to drunk text my boyfriend, who at the time was actually my boss...
Not naughty just a bit cheeky...got my boobs out cos I was bored of waiting to be served in a club. Embarrassing thinking about it now but it got me served straight away.
When I was out nightclubbing I met this lass and we went outside. She decided to give me a blow job and I told her that I needed a piss. She wouldn't stop and let me have a piss, so ended up pissing in her mouth. It didn't stop her either she just carried on.
When I was out nightclubbing I met this lass and we went outside. She decided to give me a blow job and I told her that I needed a piss. She wouldn't stop and let me have a piss, so ended up pissing in her mouth. It didn't stop her either she just carried on.
One night I picked up a girl and asked her back to mine for a bit of fun, the problem was that I wasn't actually prepared and there wasn't exactly an abundance of shops open at 2:00 in the morning in those days. But my route home took me past the railway station where I may have broken into the toilets to get what I wanted...
Fortunately no damage was done as the windows weren't fully closed, but I did have to do it twice as the first time I found myself in the ladies and the machine there wasn't much use to me.
I dont remember this but I got told about once coming home and having a genial conversation with an ( unsurprisingly ) ex partner and her friend whilst casually p*ssing up the living room curtains :eek:
Had sex on an occupied beach is the only one that comes to mind really.
I tend to do really stupid things when pissed, rather than naughty ones. Such as deciding to play spin the bottle with a broken bottle and nearly cutting my friends toe off when it span into his foot. Or trying to prove a piece of glass wasnt sharp by dragging it across my hand..not my proudest moment and have the huge scar to this day
Not naughty just a bit cheeky...got my boobs out cos I was bored of waiting to be served in a club. Embarrassing thinking about it now but it got me served straight away.
It got you banned from the Post Office when you tried it in there, though, didn't it?
I remember trying to beat up this huge bruiser of a bloke in the pub when I was blotto one night. I was with my (then) husband, holding hands, sitting really close to each other, and this bloke decided to try to chat me up. After umpteen tries at ignoring him, or telling him I wasn't interested, my husband said "Look mate, what's the problem? She's my wife". The bloke said "That right, c***?" and stood up. And didn't stop standing up. He was HUGE. My husband was the same height as me, pretty much - about 5'5".
Well, I saw red, because it was obvious he was picking a fight with my husband via me, so I flipped. He ended up backed up against the bar, his hands up trying to stop me poking him in the eye, of all things (no idea why, but I knew I'm uselss at hitting), and I was screaming at him to eff off, that I'd effing kill him if he didn't leave us alone, etc. I'm only thin, so I must've looked ridiculous. Anyway, a barman and some other guy appeared from nowhere, gripped him and chucked him out. I spent the rest of the evening terrified he'd be outside when I went home.
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lol,,that reminds me when i got in shitfaced and went straight into the shower..( had the small of booze and **** on me), and fell straight through the glass shower door and fell right onto the hard floor..my ribs hurt for several weeks after that
Yes! but felt so guilty, I returned them, with a little note ( pretending they were written by the gnomes, saying they took a little adventure and were glad to be back):)
It was the week-end Princess Diana died and it was all anyone would blooming talk about. We got to one pub and EVERY record the DJ played was dedicated to 'saint' Diana:rolleyes:
Remember this was also the week that Mother Teresa died. Now, I'm not a fan of Mother Teresa's stand on contraceptives but hey, wasn't going to let a minor ecumenical matter stop me...
Me in my best loud voice - 'How about a song for a REAL saint - Mother Teresa died this week too you know'
Yeaah, just one drunken voice in a drunken crowd - except behind me was a rugby club who all seemed to be catholic and spoiling for a fight who echoed my call 'Yeah, what about Mother Teresa' etc.
Of course, the loyal Dianaists argued back, not willing to share their pity party.
Words were exchanged between both groups, then a bit of male posturing and my then boyfriend dragged me out just as the fists (and furniture) started flying.
We made the free newspaper that week:D Well, not me as I'd scarpered. But yeah, a lot of damage was done:o
I'm glad it was before mobile cameras/video recorders were everywhere.
Many years ago (about 30) A friend and I had either had a night out or sat in mine drinking lots. When she was going home (2-3am ish) I said I will walk with you. On the way we passed a field full of daffodils (I guess it must have been march-ish!) and we both picked loads (I.m sorry, I'm ashamed .. )
Then we passed the local social club where a police car was parked outside, the occupants obviously partaking of some stay behind fun ...
Then my friend and I proceeded to decorate the police car with the illicit daffodils .. down the door handles, in the windscreen wipers, in the exhaust ... and just generally across the bonnet and the roof ...
Still to this day I would have loved to have seen their faces when they emerged from their little late night soiree ...
I don't know if that counts as naughty but we did think it was hysterical at the time ...
We never admitted to the colleague and he never said anything but we did admit to the pub and compensate them.
never again
Drinking and texting. Lethal combination.
Sounds like something from a porno film.
Fortunately no damage was done as the windows weren't fully closed, but I did have to do it twice as the first time I found myself in the ladies and the machine there wasn't much use to me.
I tend to do really stupid things when pissed, rather than naughty ones. Such as deciding to play spin the bottle with a broken bottle and nearly cutting my friends toe off when it span into his foot. Or trying to prove a piece of glass wasnt sharp by dragging it across my hand..not my proudest moment and have the huge scar to this day
Well, I saw red, because it was obvious he was picking a fight with my husband via me, so I flipped. He ended up backed up against the bar, his hands up trying to stop me poking him in the eye, of all things (no idea why, but I knew I'm uselss at hitting), and I was screaming at him to eff off, that I'd effing kill him if he didn't leave us alone, etc. I'm only thin, so I must've looked ridiculous. Anyway, a barman and some other guy appeared from nowhere, gripped him and chucked him out. I spent the rest of the evening terrified he'd be outside when I went home.