I've just thought of another one
Many moons ago (about 7 years ago) I was 16, and drank in the same fevered way that most 16 year olds do. Which meant I didn't care what it was I was drinking, as long as it had alcohol in it and I could get more if neccessary.

One night I toddled in from the local dingy bar, having quaffed my way through enough vodka to upend a small wrestler, or four of the new and improved, lightweight me.

I somehow made it to bed, and fell asleep (after noticing for the bazillionth time that my bed appeared to have turned into a small dinghy on the ocean wave) as we all have done, clad entirely in PVC, boots still on on top of the duvet.

'YOU ARE THIRSTY,' says my brain. I wake up.

'YOU ARE VERY THIRSTY AND IT CAN'T WAIT TILL MORNING, BUT FEAR YE NOT, THERE'S WATER TO YOUR LEFT ON THE BEDSIDE CABINET' says brain now I'm awake and can be spoken to by myself in coherent sentences- so I do what I'm told, and I grab a bottle, spin off the lid and take a niiiiiice big swig.

That's not right.


I'm not proud of this, but I leaned over the side of my bed and stuck my fingers down my throat- proceeding in vomiting as much of the substance as I could out onto my bedroom floor. God bless my mother, by the time I got up there was just a scrubbed wet patch of carpet and a post-it note with an angry face on it. I drank from the second bottle on the table, which thankfully DID turn out to be water, rolled over and went back to sleep.

This was the first (and by first I do NOT mean '....and last' for that would be clever) I drank almost a full bottle of nail varnish remover.
( Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous, Fri 28 Dec 2007, 12:48, 1 reply)

Captain
Wow! that sounds tasty, and your mothers reaction is priceless. *clicked*
(JasperSinister is offering two tickets to the gun show, Fri 28 Dec 2007, 13:19, closed)