A good reason not to get drunk

I was hanging out with a friend, waiting to go to a party. He and another friend had gone to a party the night before, and ‘The Big Mick’ got legless. We went out to lunch, and there was a slurred message on the answerphone. Friend 1 called him back. He’s not going to the party. Seems he was sleepwalking, and went into his son’s room and pissed on the kid’s toys. In front of his mother-in-law. They’d tried to wake him, but he held out a finger and said, ‘Shhhhh!’

On the surface, this scene is pretty funny. Maybe I can write it into a script. But Jesus sitting alone eating a Big Mac! IRL it’s not funny at all! What kind of ‘message’ is that to send to a little boy?

I didn’t go to the party, but Friend 1 did. I called him and he said he wasn’t staying because there were underage people drinking and he didn’t want to be involved.

My uncle did that one night when he was drunk in my parents’ house; he came into my room and peed into a vase I had there. My mum was really annoyed.

Ha! A friend of mine told me about her uncle-he was sleepwalking one night…and ended up peeing on his sleeping parents!

In relaed news:
“The other night, I got so drunk I wet the bed of some girl I didn’t even know. I wasn’t sleeping, I just stood there and pissed on it.”
Good thing that wasn’t me. :: looks around :: Yes. Definitely not me.

The worst thing I’ve ever done while drunk is laughed loudly and probably inappropriately while walking home. Neener neener. :stuck_out_tongue:

Oh, and “Jesus sitting alone eating a Big Mac!” is my new favourite epithet, ever.

An alcoholic uncle of mine once parked his car in front of a neighbor’s house, went inside and crashed in the neighbor’s bed. They were in the living room, watching TV and my uncle walked past them without being aware they were there. The neighbor’s were good people and let him sleep it off. That episode scared my uncle into quitting his drinking cold turkey. He stayed sober for the next thirty years or so before falling off the wagon again.

When I was in high school, a girl once told a story about sleepwalking and urinating in her dishwasher. I didn’t ask for details.

According to my mom, my dad took a shit in a drawer once.

When I was a baby, my dad was about to mistake my cot for the toilet. My mum found him in time.

He told me he didn’t get drunk for about 10 years after that.

I left out the part about my drunk uncle pissing the neighbor’s bed. Damn.

On New Year’s Eve I had a lot to drink. When I got home, I went straight to bed. The next morning my fiancee wanted to know what the hell my problem was the night before. I guess that I walked into her walkin closet, started throwing clothes around, dropped my boxers, and started to squat. Luckily she woke up in time to yell at me to go to the actual bathroom, not the drunkard’s bathroom for the blacked out.

I remember none of this. However, I did manage to find a belt that she had been looking for for some time.

How many drinks do these people HAVE? I can’t even do that kind of stuff when I slam 12 ounces of Bombay Sapphire!cause I pass out

I would hope that if my mom had knowledge of my dad shitting in a drawer, that she would never ever tell me.

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And they say Freud’s work is all bunk!

Damn this thread has me scared.

Apparently I’ve walked into my mother’s room, turned the light on, then walked out.

I asked if ‘The Big Mick’ was still ‘in the dog house’. Apparently, he was never in it! Geez, if I were his wife, I’d have clouded up and rained all over him. He’s really lucky to have such an understanding mate.

I have had lots of alcohol and other stuff in me to the point of passing out, but have never lost my ability to mistake any object for a toilet. I mean seriously, how does someone get to that point?

Drinking lots of alcohol can do that to people. Circumstances vary. You can drink to excess, pass out, and then when you wake up in the morning someone will ask “Why did you [insert odd behaviour here] last night?” And you’ll be just as shocked as those who wonder what makes people do this.

Even mild hangovers are enough warning for me not to drink too much. I just never got how some people had to wake up naked on the front lawn to get the idea. Hmm.

WWJE?