You know you're drunk when...

[Fatman]

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[TAB]

"are you ok?"

 

Atleast he is too drunk to feel the full effect of his melon smacking the payment.

[10/22kid]

If you think that's really drunk watch this!!  Courtesy of my public safety buddies back in NJ





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1V1aApJ1Kk

Enjoy the Laugh!!

[Big Frank]

You know you're drunk when...

You wake upon the wrong side of bed. As in, you're on the floor, look up and see bedsprings. 

You don't remember where you were, or what you did last night. 

You DO remember and that's one more secret you'll take to your grave. 

You know where you're at, but not who you are. 

Come on people... I know I can't be the only one who did things like this. Let's get a list going.

[SwoopSJ]

You wake up with more of last night's dinner on you than in you.   

You wake up in the hallway of your hotel with no clothes, no key, and no idea how you got there.  (Personal experience)   

Frosted Flakes and Budweiser sound like a good cure for the beer munchies.   

[Sponsor]

[Teresa Heilevang]

ummmmmmmmm.... you find out the next morning that you left "part of your clothing" at the bar.....
and you find you went skinning dipping in the hotels outside  garden fountain.............

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Fatman]

You know your drunk when the next morning you have to do two things: find your car and return the one you drove home.

[TAB]

ummmmmmmmm.... you find out the next morning that you left "part of your clothing" at the bar.....
and you find you went skinning dipping in the hotels outside  garden fountain.............

sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sounds like a great story here...


I woke up one time to find out that I had painted my work truck, with cans of spray varnish...   Took me 3 days to get it all off...

[shooter32]

woke up in the back of a pickup parked outside the "Hitching Post" in Cheyenne,Wyoming. 50 miles north of were I live. No idea how I got there or who's truck I was in. The empty bottle of Wild Turkey in my coat might be a clue Still can't drink the stuff.

[MikeBjerum]

I won't tell you why I can't stand Schnapps to this day, and peppermint is pretty tough to stomach as well.  However, I will tell you that I blame my cousin, and our story was the sausage on the pizza (no one has ever used that story in history ... right).