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Hello, people.
It's been awhile since I posted anything on these boards. Many of of new members may not remember me. The "Vodka or everything else" topic is sadly gone. So here's a deal. Last saturday we had a party, got really drunk, recieved 2 speeding tickets in one night (one for $138 and one for $185), went to a different party, drank some more, met bunch of new people. Long story short, we had something to remember and to tell our grandkids about. And it wasn't even our gratest party. So, my point is, that mostly everybody on this board must have a drunken story to tell. Was there something extraordinary that you did? Something that you wouldn't normally do if you weren't drunk? Any cops involved? Touch of criminalism, or simply crazy? Or maybe somebody was just very, very, very-very drunk. Here is an easy question: what was the most alcohol you've ever consumed in one night? And how drunk you were after that? Reply.... and my regards. Yours trully Zhenya. |
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Well I don't drive to drink, and I don't drink to drive. In that way I avoid all those hard-faced gussies who believe they are incarnations of Carrie Nation, and have convinced the nation's law enforcement agencies of that belief. Ain't nothing more frightening than a scale-encased hag out waving her MADD broom at the imbibers of a wonderous elixer prepared by some sweet goddess.
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People,
SUCH theme.. Sorry... One day I and my friend drunk... and went to her. She lived at 9 floor then. We came and saw that lift didn't work... "Well, - we thought, -things are in a bad way... (we say: "pipe" when things are in a bad way). And we started to clamber on 9 floor ... on all fours... At 5 floor one old man came out and saw us. He invited us, wiped our knees, treated us to a tea and pulled us at home. He enjoyed seeing us. We enjoyed together. It was very nice time... |
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I am not entirely sure, if the incident I am about to relate, qualifies as a 'funny story' - but here it goes anyway. Once, ramping off an expressway, while glancing in the rear-view mirror to observe a State Police car, with its lights flashing, handling a stopped quarry, my car's right-front wheel inadvertently brushed for a split second against the mildly sloping curb. It's a necessarily long sentence to convey the situation about to unfold. In the next split second the police car, I admired putting its final touches on a quarry, was on my tail - lights flashing and sirens blowing. The police car was manned by two people, one a seasoned trooper and one a rookie. It turns out, the rookie was being given a real-life lesson on how to execute a DUI arrest - and I was destined to be the subject of the lesson. Having falsely interpreted my momentary brush with the curb as DUI, the seasoned trooper persisted on proving me to be such - his professional reputation was being put to test in front of the rookie. On a portable alcohol-analyzer in the rear of the police car, I blew a big '0'. Proclaiming disbelief in the results, even after repeated testing, the unabashed seasoned trooper ordered requisitioning of my car, placed me under arrest and, with the rookie at his side, proceeded to haul me off to the Downtown Police Station, adjacent to the City Jail. On the real size breath-analyzer downtown I blew another '0'. This time,I was being accused of holding back. Being uninitiated, I did not grasp of what I was being accused. Subsequently, I learned that 'holding back', in criminal lingo, is to fake blowing into the apparatus. To this day, I still cannot fathom how one could fake blowing under someone's nose, and especially a cop's nose. Apparently, some professional drunks have mastered the art.
[Edited by NORRYM on 6th January 2001 at 04:00] |
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