Q&A Monday !!! 1/26/08

This is the infamous question ...You ready ?

What was you worse/funniest drunken moment?

Here are some of the Humor bloggers answers.. Brace yourself and your toilet bowls people.

In college my freshman year: Passing out in the bathroom while sitting with my feet in a pool of my own hurl (Purple Passion & Cheetos) and my head resting against the toilet seat. When I finally came to, I had a big indent in my forehead from the toilet seat! --Wit's Bitch

My husband and I went on a cruise for our 10th anniversary. We came up with the brilliant idea to do 10 shots for 10 yrs.After the tenth one, I was so wasted I ended up passing out by the elevators. The people getting off the elevators were so pissed having to step over my body that security made my husband carry me back to the room. Once we were there,he tried to get me out of my dress while I was sitting on the edge of the bed(I guess he thought he was still getting lucky)but when he unbuttoned the back of my dress I fell face first on the floor. Needless to say,I sported a beautiful display of rug burn on my face for the rest of the trip.--Writing quiets the voices in my head

I actually wrote a post on mine not to long ago: It's far to long to add to the thingy tho.-- ChicaX

http://lady-sarcasm.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-i-reflect-back-on-life-i-am-reminded.html

I got so drunk celebrating my SIL B-Day, I ended up in the bathroom (I remember walking to the bathroom trying to pretend I wasn't drunk) I don't remember going into the stall. I remember being on my back in the stall with only my nose and eyes face up outside the stall. much to my mom's chegrin, I met MANY people like that that night saying "Hi' I'm Dee's daughter" Not sure how long i was there, but a bit later both of my SIL's came looking for me. My hubby carried me outta the bar after that. I puked very odd colors that next morning. I tried to wrk the next afternoon--- Our very own Soggy Doggy Bloggy

I was at a bachelor party, perhaps there were strippers involved, at a bar. Anyway, I got into a drinking contest. Because I was much larger than the challenger, it was agreed that I would have to drink 3 to every one. As the challenger hit the 6 drink mark, things got kind of blurry.
Eventually, the littler man gave up at 9, and I was pretty much gone. To win, I drank 30 screwdrivers.
When we got to my home, on a major street in a fairly good sized New Jersey city, I was sort of pushed/helped out of the car. Somewhere on my 50 foot walk/crawl to the porch, I lost my pants. Naked waist down, I crawled up the steps.
I don't remember Dad and Mom being nearly as amused as my friends were.---Da Old Man

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