Your worst hangover

Ah, begging for death. That brings back some memories. I got drunk and started sippin' on some grain, while ignoring everyone's warnings.

The worst one was the first one. I was sick for three days ... of course, at the ripe old age of 14 I decided I was a drinker (since I had snuck a beer a couple of times). So, me and two buddies decide to split a quart of "1843" 100-proof bourbon. I only drank about half the quart myself. That was the ONLY night that summer that my old lady decided I couldn't spend the night at my buddies house when I was running late. So, I made it home (I think I walked about 6 blocks worth to get home), made it past the old man and old lady to crash. I was doing fine after I laid down - then I closed my eyes. Bad move. The bed started turning 360s at about 200 mph ... and the next thing I know, all that bourbon (and a spaghetti dinner) are arching toward the ceiling.

So of course, the old man wakes me up at 5 the next morning, and forces me to drink a tumbler full of green Creme de Menthe ("this will help your hangover").

I never drank creme de menthe again.

once i got so drunk - i was throwing up from the 10th floor balcony. what a sight !!

My worst was from beer and tequila and captain morgan's. I couldn't keep any food down until 10pm the next day.

read any of the Fly's stories. Insta-classics

Oh the stories. Cannot pick just one.

hm, not much of a drinker.. but last new years eve i was stupid and drank everything in sight... tons of beer.. tons of liquour, 151, jd, vodka, etc... and i only remember half of the night.. i woke up in my bed and noticed it smelled bad (the puke everywhere).. i had flashbacks of throwing up in someone's toilet..and my friends told me i was pissing over everyone's lawn while telling people i'd kick their ass "van damme style" if they tried to steal my liqour (dont ask me why i said that, van damme is a pussy).. since then i really haven't drank at all.

In my early college days....

tequila shots with beer chasers and nothing in my stomach but some tortilla chips and hot salsa....

between 6 of us, we drank 3 bottles of tequila and about a case of beer......
2 day hangover and almost choked on my own vomit twice...luckily I had someone who cared for me and cared enough to roll me over so I wouldn't pull a Jimi Hendrix.......

I don't even remember getting home much less the multiple vomit sessions..especially the next day when all that was left was that shit that looks like lemon pudding.......

to this day, I can't even stand the smell of tequila...

Would the doing meth for 5 days and then getting dosed with PCP story fit here, or is that another thread?

Southern Comfort!! Went to the hospital two days later because of severe dehydration. Yeah, it was pretty bad, thought I was having liver failure!!

Can't wait for TheFLY to find this thread...

Shit you all don't drink...

I still put back a 12 pack and a 1/5 a day... and wake up and work.

Worst hangover ever would have to be the week I graduated from high school. Some of my ?friends? and I went on a cruise. I remember getting on the boat and tossing our stuff in the rooms. We didn't even cut on the lights or look in? just tossed and headed for the pool bar. We started with a round of beers... then another? and another. Now keep in mind we had been drinking for several years and were quite the seasoned veterans at 18 ... they were still pumping fuel in the boat and we were well on our way to getting toasted. This continued for about 4 hours with various fruity drinks, hard liquor and beer.

At this point we went to the room and cleaned up for supper. All I remember is crab because it was lying beside me in the bed the next morning. After dinner we hit the casino. A friend of ours was with us who was in college and he and I were playing black jack when he suggested we shoot some tequila. Bad Idea... we finished the bottle at the bar or so they tell me I remember being up on the table by about $150 (I ended up losing 200 by the time it was over) At this point I am totally gone so I am going on what my "friends" told me.

We headed to the dance club and I proceed to hit on every girl in the place in a not so subtle manner. Then I attempted to play DJ It was at this point I was informed by the captain himself that I was about to be hauled to the brig. Well my "friends decided that it was time to get me to the room this is midnight by the way so my "friends send me to my room with the two ugliest largest most unattractive women on the seven seas.

Picture this... there is an elevator and the stairs go down around it... the ceiling in the stairwell is slanted and textured with sprinklers... my "friends" are enjoying watching me navigate my way down with the two large women when I decided it would be a good idea to jump from one landing to the next... I did and the first thing to go wrong was I hit my head on the sprinkler head ripping a nice chunk of my forehead off in the process... the second thing to go wrong is I can?t stop rolling? I rolled all the way down two floors to the bottom and pass out...

I wake up in my boxer shorts in a puddle of my own urine and vomit and god only knows what other fluids (thanks two fat ladies)... I can?t move my head is pounding and my "friends" are capturing the moment on Kodak film... I crawl to the shower and sit in there on the floor for an hour then I crawl out... I take 6 aspirin and half of a bottle of pepto... then promptly passed out I woke up at noon... feeling well enough to head out to the pool bar for bloody marys... as the day went on and I consumed more alcohol I began to feel better (hair of the dog that bit you and all)

I have to say that the first waking moment of the day was the only time in my life that I have ever been immobile... in that much pain... and wishing I were dead... oh yeah and I still have the scar from the trip down the stairs and I threw my ?friends? camera overboard that night while he was out.

One last thing just to put things in perspective? we drank the ship out of Bud Light? We were told when we got on the boat that there was plenty of Bud Light and not to worry? three days into the seven day cruise they are out? I think that about sums it up.

yikes.... how's the liver holding up? hehe. It ages you so bad after a while though.

It was actually in Spain around 4 years ago. I was drunk off my ass from Kalua and Amaretto shots, (I called them Tootsie Rolls). I had also mixed tequila and beer that night. So when I called for a taxi I was already feeling sick. I had danced all night, shot pool, and was feeling fancy free up until that point. I puked all inside of the taxi, the driver screamed at me in spanish and I laughed. He dropped me off at the barracks and I threw my pasetas at him and flipped him off. As I stumbled up the stairs I realized I had no shoes on. I got in my room and sat on the toilet and puked all over my legs. It was disgusting. All I remember is that I woke up with the shower still running on me and I was freezing. Needless to say, I have a drink nowadays, not as many. I know my limits now.

I don't even remember my worst hangover. Well, little bits and pieces. I think its like people that have horrible things done to them, my mind refuses to unlock the days that followed that fateful night. Maybe I should be hypnotised to see what happened?

Well, well, well ... a young lady and I left Benny's bar in Rota, Spain one morning after drinking Sangria all night (and eating the fruit - telling me no is not always a good thing). We decided to walk back ... according to the Shore Patrol report I was found walking down the middle of the main road onto the base carrying my girlfriend in a fireman's carry, very carefully placing one foot in front of the other, using the yellow lines as a guide.

Now ... there wasn't much of a hangover that I recall from that one ... this was pre-piss test days, and there was some awesome hash floating around ...

I'm prolly a lightweight compared to most of you but here's my worst...

Week snowboarding in Switzerland. All the free wine you could drink with dinner. On the wednesday we started playing a drinking game with two RAF pilots. I think I managed 3 or 4 bottles on my own, both red and white. I was throwing up for hours and couldn't go out on the slopes at all the next day. I barely moved from my bed until after lunch. I know it doesn't seem much alcohol but coupled with physical over exertion from all the snowboarding it totally wiped me out.

I have too many stories. However, the best one I remember happened to a friend of mine who made the mistake of passing out in front of us. He told us that the next day he woke up with a sore ass. After pulling down his pants, he found some tampons in there along with a grib of ketchup. If that wasn't bad enough, when he went to the bathroom, he discovered that his face was done up with makeup....lipstick, eye liner, the whole 9 yards!!!!

Last Year at the Vegas Convention,

I bought a ton o Jack Daniels for a few customers , after a little too much smoking and drinking, they took a picture of me chugging from the bottle.... except I laughed too hard over something, and ended up filling up my mouth with JD,.. not like I was gonna spit that back in ofcourse....

Woke up drunk , missed the first day of the convention, recovered just enough to hang with my bro Paolo, get to his party, and do it all over again.

No my friend, I think after the amount you drank that night, that qualifies you as at least a mid-heavyweight

I think I managed 3 or 4 bottles on my own, both red and white. I know it doesn't seem much alcohol but coupled with physical over exertion from all the snowboarding it totally wiped me out.

Not much alcohol? Are you kidding me? Drinking 3-4 bottles of wine is the alcohol equivalent of about a bottle and a half of Scotch! Wine is SO notorious for dehydrating you faster than pretty much any other booze...

But still, I love it so...

Funny, almost everybody here has at least ONE Tequila story, including me...

But still, I love it so...

i haven't had a hangover in years,,

the secret is too drink two big glasses of water before you sleep

but the trick is doing it before you pass out,,

as for me i do it automatically by habit and don't even remember how did it

i drink one glass of ice water b4 i sleep works magic

Ok I'm not proud of this story, but I figure this is GFY, so....

Freshmen year in college just after finals. Drinking schnapps, cause that's all we had, and I lost count after 15 shots. I vaguely remember running around like a madman before I blacked out. The rest is from friends, the police report, and the hospital bill.

It happened that I passed out in the bathroom where the RA found me, called the police, who called an ambulance to haul me away on a stretcher. At the hospital I (was told later) had a .33 blood alcohol content. They were going to pump my stomach, but I started vomiting all over myself. They started cleaning me up, then I pissed and shit myself. When I first came to, some older pissed-off nurses each had one of my legs cleaning my nether region. I begged for water but they only grudgingly offered ginger ale. I thankfully fell again into slumber.

When I awoke the next afternoon I had to call a friend to come escort me out, and of course bring a change of clothes. What a pal, he brought me a white shirt, gray pants, and gold shoes. As a going away gift, the nurse gave me a plastic baggie with my urine/shit stained clothes, which I promptly dropped in the dumpster. It was a mile back to my dorm, and it was the LONGEST damned mile ever recorded in my life history. It didn't help my friend was laughing his ass off the whole way as I shuffled along at 0.8 MPH.

I slept and ate bread and water the next 24 hours, until my dad came to pick me up and I wasn't packed yet. He had a good laugh at my expense. A couple weeks later I get the hospital 'donation request' for services rendered for $140.

That's my story. Now I can laugh at it.

Yep, that's the key: Hydrate Hydrate Hydrate!!! Another thing to do as well (If you have the presence of mind to do it that is...) is take some grapeseed extract either before or preferrably after you drink, it "Scrubs" all the shit out of your liver,
plus a little vitamin 'B' complex or multivitamins to help put back the nutrients that you've RIPPED from your body! Then you can go back out and do it ALL OVER AGAIN (Insert maniacal laughter here, I'm still too woozy)

I once had seven long island iced teas in about an hour (a TON for my body weight). I called my husband from the bathroom floor and told him I needed a ride home. He picked me up, I think, dropped me off at home and went back to his bachelor party. Worst I have ever been... think I felt it for a week. Still a blur in fact.

Drank some beer, some jack daniels, more beer, and split a liter bottle of homade uzo ( not sure of spelling) a freind brought from Greece smuggled in peach cans. Missed the entire next day. Backed into a parked car too and thought what the fuck is this idiots problem .... lol.

No Drinking = No Hangover