Originally Posted by Bake (Post 15951947)

Cool contest DH , I have had a few hangover stories and might write one up.

Originally Posted by uno (Post 15953542)

You guys ever decide on a winner?

Originally Posted by sleazybunny (Post 15949738)

are we talking drinking stories or hangover stories?

Originally Posted by sleazybunny (Post 15949738)

are we talking drinking stories or hangover stories?

Originally Posted by uno (Post 15940907)

A few years ago I was in Bulgaria. My friend is rich by American standards(She's a trust fund kid who has grown up around europe, chicago, LA, NYC). She knew the upper echelon of society over there. One night we were drinking at this bar with some guy who owned it named "Toshko"(or similar). He was buying us drinks all night long, but I thought nothing of it since they were less than a dollar a drink aside from a passive "thanks".

That weekend we decided to head to the Black Sea in lieu of Greece to party since that guy invited us. We drove the 6 hours to the Black Sea from the capitol of Bulgaria, Sofia at around 130 mph the whole way. People were stopping us 3 hours into the drive to hug this guy. That should have sent up some flags, but I knew she knew some crazy important people there.

When we arrived, I didn't have to pay for food, drinks, hotel, drugs, nothing. That should have sent up some more warning flags.

We met with 2 guys who are friends with mystery guy who was paying for everything who had about a dozen bodyguards. They had a fleet of mercedes, 2 filled with just bodyguards and 2 passenger cars. The lead and trailing car had the bodyguards and drove in the middle of the road not letting anyone pass on either side.

We get to a club and the bodyguards form a path for us to walk through them directly into the club into a VIP area. When we got to our spot, the bodyguards formed a semi circle around us. They were pulling in hot girls for the guys and handsome men for the women.

We had huge bottles of top top shelf vodka and I was poured several very large glasses of straight vodka.

At this point one of the main guys pulled out a kilo of coke and put it right on the table in view of everyone. The best friend of the guy who was paying for everything, nicknamed "Coco" for a reason, pulled a knife with a blood groove out, cuts it open and starts bumping straight from the ki.

Up till this point I was fine with everything. More in awe than anything else. I pulled my friend aside and asked her WTF these people were. I'm cool with a lot. I was partying with mafia a few weeks before with a model friend in Budapest.

She informs me that "Toshko" was the grandson of the former dictator of Bulgaria for something like 40 years and he's one of the richest people in the country from stolen communist money. His best friend "Coco" was a hitman. The guys who had all the bodyguards were the top drug dealers in Bulgaria who got their shipments from over the Black Sea.

I asked her in a now very slurred voice whether or not she felt she should have informed me beforehand about any of this. I had been fucking with the hitman, making digs and jokes the whole time. She said she didn't think I'd mind.

Around this time things go dark after a few more large glasses of straight vodka.

I'm told I disappeared with 3 different girls over the course of the night. Was generally wild and that the drug dealers/hitman/communist monarchy grandson loved me and my "antics" (whatever they were, no one would tell me). I was told a lot of stories the next day about things that happened and I really wasn't able to seperate fact from fiction. All I know is everyone agreed the girls were hot.

I woke up miles away in my hotel room in my boxers having no clue how I got to my hotel, got in my room and got dressed. I was really that trashed.

The next day we moved to another party city on the Black Sea to hit some of the clubs Toshko owned. There were some disgustingly fat 40+ older guys with some of the hottest, least clothed women I'd ever seen.

They gave me ecstasy and kept feeding me alcohol in a similar fashion to the night before. We had our own VIP area and some kid kept coming up bothering one of the girls we were with. This was all in Bulgarian and I was trashed out of my gourd on alcohol and god knows what so it was translated later and then translated the next day as to what exactly transpired.

The girl told the kid to leave her alone. The kid left and came back several times. After the third time the hitman told him something akin to "if you bother her again you'll be sorry". The kid came back AGAIN! The hitman pulled out the same knife he was bumping coke off of straight off the kilo the night before. He stabbed the kid in the shoulder, put his knife away and sat back down. The bouncers came over, grabbed the kid and threw him on his face into the street.

The bouncers came back over, apologized and brought us a bottle of their best champagne and asked if we needed anything else and then apologized again. The rest of the night is kind of blurry. The hitman was my ride and he couldn't see straight he was so rocked. It's a miracle we got back to the hotel. I don't remember much besides a shitload of DUI crashes on the way back to the hotel.

The next morning we were watching Germany vs. Brazil in the world cup finals at some place that had the audacity to call itself a steak house. Everyone was still drunk and cracked out. The hitman and Toshko got into an argument about soccer and he pulled out the same knife again. He thrusted it towards Toshko's eyes and stopped millimeters before penetration, thrusted it a few more times and then just started laughing. I would have bet on Brazil to win, but was too afraid to win the bet at that point and I had still been ripping on the hitman even after i found out what he did for a living. I think he appreciated that.

Suffice it to say, each successive day I had the worst headache and hangover I've ever had in my life and after the entire weekend of crazy debauchery I felt like death.

There's more to the story, but I don't really feel like typing out the rest right now. :)

Originally Posted by AK (Post 15954473)

So what happened to Toshko?

Originally Posted by kane (Post 15990795)

I'm not proud of it, but here it goes.

I met this girl online about 5 years ago. We talked a few times and met once for lunch. So one Saturday night she calls me up and wants me to hook up with her at this bar. She is going to be moving to a new city in a few days and wants to have one last night of fun before the move.

We meet up and go to the bar where we proceed to drink way too much. We are kissing on each other and flirting. It is about 1am so we leave. Out in the parking lot we are kissing. She is wearing this thin sun dress. I reach down and grab her ass and realize she isn't wearing any panties under it. So I say, "No panties?" And she says, "Good girls wear panties....girls that want to get fucked don't."

We can't go back to her place and I live about 30 minutes away. We are both too drunk to drive anywhere so we walk across the street to this sleazy motel and get a room. As soon as the door closes it is on, but it doesn't last very long. I am drunk as hell and she is hot so I finish in like 45 seconds. I walk into the bathroom to take off the condom and clean up and by the time I come back out 2 minutes later she is passed out asleep. I crawl into bed next to her and pass out as well.

The next morning I woke to her giving me head. I open my eyes and feel fantastic, rested and relaxed. Now it is on for sure! We kick it off with a little oral action then I put on a condom and she gets on her hands and knees. I'm in rare form hitting it from behind when all of a sudden I break into a cold sweat and feel a sickness in my gut. The hangover hits me like a brick. I can't hold back. I thrust into her then vomit all over her back. It isn't a little puke. It is like something from The Exorcist. It is one of the most disgusting things I have ever seen. The vomit hits her like it was napalm dropped from a plane and splashes all over her, me and the bed. Some even got on the walls!

She freaks out (understandably) and so do I. I'm apologizing and grabbing her a towel. She is pissed, but trying to be cool as I tell her I must still be drunk or something. She goes into the bathroom and closes the door to clean up, yelling out that she is going to take a shower. I use a towel to wipe myself off, get dressed and haul ass out of there without saying another word to her. I have never heard from her again.

I know I am probably the story she tells all her friends when they are drinking and they want to hear about the one night stand she had where the guy upchucked on her. I wish her well, she deserves it after that night :)

Originally Posted by LadyMischief (Post 15990589)

I only ever got to have one true hangover in my life, as I no longer drink, and even if I was a drinker, I think that one night, I would have given it up anyways after that.....

So I was drinking vodka all night with my first husband in the form of screwdrivers. I was 18, young and dumb, and didn't realize that drinking really fast might not hit you with full drunk right away. We drank and drank and around 3 in the morning, the puking started. I was exhausted puking, and sick when I finally fell into a fitful sleep around 5 am. Of course, much to my chagrin, at around 8 am I was shaken awake (which urged another fit of retching) to be reminded that I had a full dress rehearsal that day. See, at that time, I was in a local children's musical theatre...cast in the roll of Miss Muffit, and as this was the last dress rehearsal before the show, I HAD to be there. Damn. So, puking all the way to the car, not just hungover, but still drunk, I managed to hold down the puke long enough to let my then-hubby to pull over so I could puke some more. We arrived at the studio, and I puked several more times on the way in... I didn't realize because I'd never been hung over before, that childrens music played very loud, as well as dancing in a lively fashion don't really go well with being hung over. I got through half a song and had to get out of my costume as quickly as possible on the way down the hall to the bathrooms to puke some more. I sat the rest of the rehearsal out on a couch in misery, my head under my coat and my hands over my ears. I don't think I ever want to hear the music from Babes in Toyland again, and I NEVER got that drunk again. Thank goodness!

Originally Posted by DrinkingHARDEST (Post 15990819)

Oh man that story sounds like a "penthouse letters" gone bad hahahaha!!! :1orglaugh

Originally Posted by kane (Post 15991156)

The funny thing about you saying that is when I first met her for lunch I thought she was really hot. Then I don't hear from her for about a week. I called her once and she never called me back. So I assumed she was not interested. Then she ICQ'd me a few times and we talked a couple of times. She never gave me the impression that she wanted anything more than a friend out of the deal. So when we are drinking and she kisses me a few times she tells me she gets really touchy feely when she gets drunk. No problem. When we are out in the parking lot and she tells me she wants me to fuck her I start thinking, "This is exactly how half the porn movies I have seen start." :)

Originally Posted by uno (Post 15940907)

A few years ago I was in Bulgaria. My friend is rich by American standards(She's a trust fund kid who has grown up around europe, chicago, LA, NYC). She knew the upper echelon of society over there. One night we were drinking at this bar with some guy who owned it named "Toshko"(or similar). He was buying us drinks all night long, but I thought nothing of it since they were less than a dollar a drink aside from a passive "thanks".

That weekend we decided to head to the Black Sea in lieu of Greece to party since that guy invited us. We drove the 6 hours to the Black Sea from the capitol of Bulgaria, Sofia at around 130 mph the whole way. People were stopping us 3 hours into the drive to hug this guy. That should have sent up some flags, but I knew she knew some crazy important people there.

When we arrived, I didn't have to pay for food, drinks, hotel, drugs, nothing. That should have sent up some more warning flags.

We met with 2 guys who are friends with mystery guy who was paying for everything who had about a dozen bodyguards. They had a fleet of mercedes, 2 filled with just bodyguards and 2 passenger cars. The lead and trailing car had the bodyguards and drove in the middle of the road not letting anyone pass on either side.

We get to a club and the bodyguards form a path for us to walk through them directly into the club into a VIP area. When we got to our spot, the bodyguards formed a semi circle around us. They were pulling in hot girls for the guys and handsome men for the women.

We had huge bottles of top top shelf vodka and I was poured several very large glasses of straight vodka.

At this point one of the main guys pulled out a kilo of coke and put it right on the table in view of everyone. The best friend of the guy who was paying for everything, nicknamed "Coco" for a reason, pulled a knife with a blood groove out, cuts it open and starts bumping straight from the ki.

Up till this point I was fine with everything. More in awe than anything else. I pulled my friend aside and asked her WTF these people were. I'm cool with a lot. I was partying with mafia a few weeks before with a model friend in Budapest.

She informs me that "Toshko" was the grandson of the former dictator of Bulgaria for something like 40 years and he's one of the richest people in the country from stolen communist money. His best friend "Coco" was a hitman. The guys who had all the bodyguards were the top drug dealers in Bulgaria who got their shipments from over the Black Sea.

I asked her in a now very slurred voice whether or not she felt she should have informed me beforehand about any of this. I had been fucking with the hitman, making digs and jokes the whole time. She said she didn't think I'd mind.

Around this time things go dark after a few more large glasses of straight vodka.

I'm told I disappeared with 3 different girls over the course of the night. Was generally wild and that the drug dealers/hitman/communist monarchy grandson loved me and my "antics" (whatever they were, no one would tell me). I was told a lot of stories the next day about things that happened and I really wasn't able to seperate fact from fiction. All I know is everyone agreed the girls were hot.

I woke up miles away in my hotel room in my boxers having no clue how I got to my hotel, got in my room and got dressed. I was really that trashed.

The next day we moved to another party city on the Black Sea to hit some of the clubs Toshko owned. There were some disgustingly fat 40+ older guys with some of the hottest, least clothed women I'd ever seen.

They gave me ecstasy and kept feeding me alcohol in a similar fashion to the night before. We had our own VIP area and some kid kept coming up bothering one of the girls we were with. This was all in Bulgarian and I was trashed out of my gourd on alcohol and god knows what so it was translated later and then translated the next day as to what exactly transpired.

The girl told the kid to leave her alone. The kid left and came back several times. After the third time the hitman told him something akin to "if you bother her again you'll be sorry". The kid came back AGAIN! The hitman pulled out the same knife he was bumping coke off of straight off the kilo the night before. He stabbed the kid in the shoulder, put his knife away and sat back down. The bouncers came over, grabbed the kid and threw him on his face into the street.

The bouncers came back over, apologized and brought us a bottle of their best champagne and asked if we needed anything else and then apologized again. The rest of the night is kind of blurry. The hitman was my ride and he couldn't see straight he was so rocked. It's a miracle we got back to the hotel. I don't remember much besides a shitload of DUI crashes on the way back to the hotel.

The next morning we were watching Germany vs. Brazil in the world cup finals at some place that had the audacity to call itself a steak house. Everyone was still drunk and cracked out. The hitman and Toshko got into an argument about soccer and he pulled out the same knife again. He thrusted it towards Toshko's eyes and stopped millimeters before penetration, thrusted it a few more times and then just started laughing. I would have bet on Brazil to win, but was too afraid to win the bet at that point and I had still been ripping on the hitman even after i found out what he did for a living. I think he appreciated that.

Suffice it to say, each successive day I had the worst headache and hangover I've ever had in my life and after the entire weekend of crazy debauchery I felt like death.

There's more to the story, but I don't really feel like typing out the rest right now. :)

Originally Posted by uno (Post 16004458)

All the hot chicks use icq.

Originally Posted by Ethersync (Post 16005339)

Is this guy your Toshko?

http://www.slava.bg/images/content/1...ivkova__5_.jpg