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HM-PuFFNSTuFF wrote:i'll be right there

within 30 minutes or it's free?

pour mon cher ami pete? oui.

(pardon et moi, mon francais et retardez)

HM-PuFFNSTuFF wrote:pour mon cher ami pete? oui.

(pardon et moi, mon francais et retardez)

No, tell me when you are around, we will celebrate my way.

First time I got drunk was 15. I was drinkign Captain morgan straight, I remember everything up to a certain point, Then I blacked out. Now all I know from that time are stories my friends told me.

Still drinking, I got 8 months till im 21

Havent blacked out since BTW.

I drank 6 beers in a half hour then a little while later partied the rest of the night in the bathroom.

I believe my first time was at http://www.neoncactus.biz

The place has its moments. (piano man is awesome)

edit: second page has sound

First time I got drunk was 12 or something. It was in France on vacation with my parents, who were drinking wine... i asked if i could have one as well, and i could. More wine followed and suddenly to my parents' shock i started to walk into stuff and fall on the ground in fits of laughter. Har.

HM-PuFFNSTuFF wrote:i live in toronto ontario canada

we are selling food at our store. food we make, also organic produce and other foods, mostly healthy and canadian products

What's it called?

Yeah, I was 15, and my schoolclass had a party in a cottage on the other side of the lake. I had managed to buy a sixpack of beer at a gas station where they never checked your ID, and also stolen a little vodka from my parent's liqour cabinet.

I got pretty drunk, but I never threw up, cause I couldn't manage to drink anymore after a while because it tasted so bad.

I did manage to have my first real heavy make-out session with a girl in my class that night though. Basically, I had a pretty nice night. Good times.

One time I spent $500 ish on drinking at a pool hall with a friend. We were there for about 2 hours or so. Then we were walking to her place and I fell flat on my face trying to catch her from falling over..... lol.

First time i got drunk i came home, took my clothes off, went into the bathroom, fell over, broke the toilet seat, and then went to bed.

You could say by the time i came around afterwards a certain "WTF" face was on me...

Another time i deemed it ok to come home (staying at my dads a long way back) and piss in one of his cupboard draws... Hehe....

Was 12, got drunk as fuck. Didn't vomit though, rarely do that.
I DID have a deap down serious conversation with my mother about me not cleaning my room. I was more focused on not swaying back and forth.

Grey cup sunday 1982(12yrs), vodka and orange juice. did a few funnel shots, slept in the snow bank on the way home for a spell.
puked when i did get home and went straight to bed.

i'm pretty sure my parents knew but let me off the hook due to illness.

I was 12 and it was on a father/son fishing trip with a bunch of friends and their dads. I think the fathers enjoyed even more than us. Good times.
Then a couple years later at the ripe age of 14 I drank so much that I was vomiting blood. That resulted in a trip to the hospital. My parents still don't know about that one to this day.

Jackal wrote:Then a couple years later at the ripe age of 14 I drank so much that I was vomiting blood. That resulted in a trip to the hospital. My parents still don't know about that one to this day.

I had that once. I remember thinking 'Oh sweet jesus, look at all that red wine go, no wonder i'm so sick....Hey wait a minute, i didn't drink wine'.

When I was 14 I got raped by an 18 year old scotch.

Nope I've never had alcohol in my life and I'm 34.

HM-PuFFNSTuFF wrote:....I probably got tooled for the first time on passover as you have like 6 glasses of wine.

Are you Jewish...a fellow tribesmen? :icon25:

ScooterG wrote:

HM-PuFFNSTuFF wrote:....I probably got tooled for the first time on passover as you have like 6 glasses of wine.

Are you Jewish...a fellow tribesmen? :icon25:

my background is Jewish but i'm not religious

HM-PuFFNSTuFF wrote:
my background is Jewish but i'm not religious

Same here.... Wonder who else in Q3W is part of the Jew Crew....

I was drunk, so no, I don't remember it.

I was 18, in Ocean City, MD, and it was "Senior Week" right after I graduated high school. I'm almost embarrased to write that it was Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill wine that got me drunk. :icon9:

took a little of each o my ol mans boozes in a beer bottle and chugged it with a good bro b4 a junior high dance

not much happend but i got tired'ie and danced to some led zed slow song bullshit with some gilr

tnf wrote:I was drunk, so no, I don't remember it.

Right answer.

pete wrote:Well, may be you don’t recall that day but.
I was 14YO, went to the tavern for the very first time with my co-worker who was 18YO.
Remember I saw my uncle passing right beside of our table, I didn’t want him to see me nor I was thinking he would have wanted me to see him. At the time, I thought being in a tavern was a very bad thing. Any way, I had a few beers, may be three at the most but it was my first time. Went to his place ( my co-worker) where he stayed with his mother. We ordered a pizza and after a slice, I threw it all off on the living room carpet. His mom didn’t say a thing and they just laid me down on the couch for a little nap.

Not my first time but the second time…
I just had my pay check, and since I was the only one working around my friends and was happy to get my pay, we bought a case of 24 beers and went to my friend’s parents house. We were drinking beers when his father showed up and instead than arguing he came along drinking with us bringing a bottle of whisky. I remember, I walked my other friend to his house, one step on the side walk another step in the street. I finally got to my place and my parents had some visit…The front neighbors who were for the first time in my parent’s living room telling my parents how much they have troubles with their son getting drunk and my parents had just told them…we are lucky we don’t have that problem with Pierre. Imagine the face of my parents when I showed up, I had to walk in front of them to get to my bedroom downstairs where I puked as hell, I am sure they all heard it. Bad, bad timing. It’s not finished yet. The next day, I go to my friend’s house, where we all celebrated, my friend says-come to see something in the back yard, I had shit beside of his house and it was still there