I dont drink anymore but I have been in some pretty humiliating situations. Fortunatly there was no cameras around. Now these folks were'nt so lucky.

Never.

Of course not.

That dude on the floor in his car looks like T-Bag when he and his bottle of really cheap and nasty vodka came to visit us at steelhead camp last spring...as a matter of fact, combine that pic with the splattered car pic, add in 200 pounds, and I think that would be it to a "tee"...

Fish on...

Todd

Neither has Addicted.

Not since I hurled down the rear window of a friend's 60's Pontiac convertible. It was impossible to completely get out and would stink on hot summer days. He hosed it down, dumped some mouth wash and it still smelled. He waited until the weather was colder and sold the car.
My only excuse was that I was home on leave just prior to heading for my paid vacation off the coast of Viet Nam. I still apologize to him everytime I see him.

That first picture is the perfect Texas Pinstriping example...

The dude sitting in his own Sh!t takes the cake though....

those were the good old days

Not that I can remember.

I puked the first two times I met Addicted. I was actually worried about scaring him off as a friend because of it. As it was he turned out to be a bigger derilict than me. Or, at least, as big of one.

Ditto.

The LAST night with this hot but very crazy chick I met in Pioneer Square about a week earlier. I woke up around 5am to find her squating and pissing all over my home office work table which had an important presentation layed out on it ready for me to finish up and present the following Monday.

She swore she was in the bathroom as I was yelling at her and throwing shiat at her in a desperate attempt to save my work, If she wasnt so drunk I would have thrown her out the door right there...suffice it to say she spent the rest of the night on the couch and was out the door asap to never be heard from again...cheers.

Whatdayasay, seastrike, ever been this drunk? Lol

I used to practice drinking almost every day, I was pretty good at it by the time I was seventeen, but there is no way any body could get me drunk enough to sh*t myself and then sit there and stew in it, that's messed up man. The rest I've pretty much covered, minus the skirt and nylons.

About 15 years ago, a guy at our company christmas party passed out with his face in his food in front of the owners. We were told to get him out of there but he disappeared, plate in hand, to put it in the dishwasher I guess (we were in the Ramada), never to return to dinner.

A while later, we were looking for him and found a locked stall in the lobby bathroom with puke running out of it and the door locked. When my buddy climbed up to look, the dumbass had pulled his pants down like he was going to drop a deuce, then puked in his underwear and passed out. Hotel employees saw it and said fu(k that sh*t, I'm calling the cops.

We got him going enough to try to stand up and he pulled up his pants, puke filled underwear and all.

So we dragged him out to the back of the truck, drove him home (lived with parents, was 19 yr old). His mom was in the front room vacuuming so we propped him up, rang the doorbell, and ran.

His sister later told one of the guys that his mom had to give him a sponge bath!!!

I have not yet [censored] on a chair or while wearing a skirt.
Good lord those pics make me feel so much better about myself!

That's as messed-up as crapping yourself and stewing in it while someone takes your pic.

So check this out.

My buddy Mike is a big dude who has ZERO tolerance for bullsh!t. He lived in Haggett Hall at UW and his roommate was some kid from Shelton. His roommate had his buddy from Shelton come up for a party. His buddy got all sh!tfaced and told Mike's roommate he was going back to the room.

Apparently, he went into the can and proceeded to puke and sh!t himself at the same time. Then he crawled his ass down the hall back to Mike's room. Mike comes down the hall around 2:30 and sees this smeared sh!t trail heading to his door. He opens the door and there's his roommate's buddy, all poop-smeared, passed out on HIS bed. He's like WTF!?!?!?

So he wraps the f*cker up in the sheets and blankets and drags him out into the stairwell. Then he takes out the bag of clothes the kid brought with him and proceeds to wipe up the floor with his clothes and a bottle of mouthwash dude brought along. Then he tosses his bag out in the stairwell, too. Then he crashes on his roommate's bed.

Mike said he never saw that f'er after that. His roommate apologized for his buddy, and bought Mike a new set of sheets and a blanket, and traded in Mike's mattress for one that hadn't been crapped on.

The f'n look on Mike's face as he was telling this story was simply priceless. I don't think Shelton-pooper-boy realized how close to death he came.

Funny stories lmao...

You've just seen me in rare form on a couple of occasions. Derilict huh, well you're a bigger..........oh, okay, maybe I am a little bit of a derilict, but it's okay, most people are in one way or another. I'd rather say I have a slight fun loving streak in me that everyonce in awhile catches up with me. And when it does, it does big time.

Translation: You're a derelict.

Those photos are bad, I see [censored] like the guy with his head in the gutter almost every day in the neighbor hood where I work. The best part of this post is Addicted and SOL trying to peg the bigger derelict . I don't think I want anymore details