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RebelR · 06-10-2009, 06:55 AM

I know I'm ineligible, and I don't really have any hangover stories myself, although I was knocked out by a stripper spinning on a pole, but I wasn't drunk, and only had a concussion.. and dont really remember much of the night, but we will save that one for another time. This one is someone else's hangover as told by a sober guy.

This is a hangover story from a friend who shall remain nameless. We were in high school, I think we were 17 at the time, and it was the World Series here in Toronto, so a bunch of underage guys decided to head to a bar in the big city and celebrate. My Friend was the designated driver, so we had that covered, or so we thought.

We drove to the subway station and hopped the subway downtown, and proceeded to get our drink on. The person in question was supposed to have a drink or two and then stop, so that he could ferry our drunk asses home. Now it was about an hour and a half before we noticed that the designated driver was having a little too much fun, and had blown about 1/2 of the $120 that he had with him was gone, and he was showing many signs of intoxication. So I stopped drinking, and he proceeded to get wasted.. I think he had about 12 or so drinks (no 2 were the same) and he ended with something called "the King" which came in a giant brandy snifter and looked nasty.

At this point its about 2 am.. and we leave to walk back to the subway. But the friend cant walk. So 2 of us had to carry him.. He had to be supported as he took a leak on King St. We walk down Yonge St, to the McDonald s, thinking maybe getting some food in his stomach would help. He pukes in the alley beside the Mc Donald's, we take him in, he pukes in the bathroom, we sit him at a table while we figure out the next course of action. We look over and someone has left their tray at the table, and he is face first in someone's leftover food. So we clean him up, leave, and he pukes in the doorway of the McDonald's.

We walk down Yonge to the subway.. and while passing some cops, He pukes noodles (no idea where those came from) all over a lamp post and the cops Just laugh. We get him into the subway station, and he has trails of puke all over his Cashmere Jacket, and a guy asks if we will sell said jacket. We contemplate, but decline the offer. We get him in the subway, and he slumps on the floor and dry heaves.

When we hit the platform, we have to get him through the turnstiles, So two of us get support his arms as we walk him through , but the turnstile that we walk him through wasn't reset properly and hits him in the groin, His face contorts in a moment of sobering pain, and we drop him due to laughing.

We finally get him in the car, where he dry heaves all the way home. I get to his place, and tell him we are home and he has to get out. he mutters Fuck you, and I say .. come on .. you are covered in puke and I'm not going to carry you .. so you have to get up and walk, he tells me to fuck off again, so I tell him .. if you tell me to fuck myself again, I'm gonna leave you in the car. He Proceeds to tell me to fuck myself again, so I leave him and go in the house. His Grandmother wakes him up in the morning in the garage.

Surprisingly he made it to school the next day but I think he slumped in front of his locker for a few hours before catching a cab home.

06-10-2009, 06:55 AM
RebelR Confirmed User Industry Role: Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Across the river Styx Posts: 1,998	I know I'm ineligible, and I don't really have any hangover stories myself, although I was knocked out by a stripper spinning on a pole, but I wasn't drunk, and only had a concussion.. and dont really remember much of the night, but we will save that one for another time. This one is someone else's hangover as told by a sober guy. This is a hangover story from a friend who shall remain nameless. We were in high school, I think we were 17 at the time, and it was the World Series here in Toronto, so a bunch of underage guys decided to head to a bar in the big city and celebrate. My Friend was the designated driver, so we had that covered, or so we thought. We drove to the subway station and hopped the subway downtown, and proceeded to get our drink on. The person in question was supposed to have a drink or two and then stop, so that he could ferry our drunk asses home. Now it was about an hour and a half before we noticed that the designated driver was having a little too much fun, and had blown about 1/2 of the $120 that he had with him was gone, and he was showing many signs of intoxication. So I stopped drinking, and he proceeded to get wasted.. I think he had about 12 or so drinks (no 2 were the same) and he ended with something called "the King" which came in a giant brandy snifter and looked nasty. At this point its about 2 am.. and we leave to walk back to the subway. But the friend cant walk. So 2 of us had to carry him.. He had to be supported as he took a leak on King St. We walk down Yonge St, to the McDonald s, thinking maybe getting some food in his stomach would help. He pukes in the alley beside the Mc Donald's, we take him in, he pukes in the bathroom, we sit him at a table while we figure out the next course of action. We look over and someone has left their tray at the table, and he is face first in someone's leftover food. So we clean him up, leave, and he pukes in the doorway of the McDonald's. We walk down Yonge to the subway.. and while passing some cops, He pukes noodles (no idea where those came from) all over a lamp post and the cops Just laugh. We get him into the subway station, and he has trails of puke all over his Cashmere Jacket, and a guy asks if we will sell said jacket. We contemplate, but decline the offer. We get him in the subway, and he slumps on the floor and dry heaves. When we hit the platform, we have to get him through the turnstiles, So two of us get support his arms as we walk him through , but the turnstile that we walk him through wasn't reset properly and hits him in the groin, His face contorts in a moment of sobering pain, and we drop him due to laughing. We finally get him in the car, where he dry heaves all the way home. I get to his place, and tell him we are home and he has to get out. he mutters Fuck you, and I say .. come on .. you are covered in puke and I'm not going to carry you .. so you have to get up and walk, he tells me to fuck off again, so I tell him .. if you tell me to fuck myself again, I'm gonna leave you in the car. He Proceeds to tell me to fuck myself again, so I leave him and go in the house. His Grandmother wakes him up in the morning in the garage. Surprisingly he made it to school the next day but I think he slumped in front of his locker for a few hours before catching a cab home. __________________ Rich"at"rebel-ads.com ICQ 644377336 or MSN ruralx"at"hotmail.com