Got a lift home off the boyfriend of the girl I’m crazy about. I rabbbited about something, probably something safe (safe as in not indicative of my feelings for this guy’s girl).
What have you done pissed as a fart?
When I read your OP? 
What are you talking about?
What things have you done when drunk, I think, is what he wants to know.
I myself have been in such a state only one and a half times. I mostly did a lot of giggling. And I think I made improper suggestions to an entire wedding party. Pity is, that was only the half-drunk time.
I’ve done shocking, scandalous things, like giggling too much and singing at the top of my voice. Shameful, I know.
(Are you pissed as a fart now, Lobsang? Drunk threads are [del]hilarious[/del] absolutely verboten under Skippy’s iron fist…)
Wait. She has a boyfriend? When did I miss this?
heh, just as I was clicking on this, “The crack was Ninety on The Isle of Man” came on my iTunes party shuffle 
…It’s a song about a couple lads taking the ferry to the IoM, getting pissed, ending up in a fight with some Liverpool guys over a girl, and getting deported back to Ireland next morning.
I have GOT to go party there!
Amongst my finer moments:
*Made out with a good but entirely platonic male friend of mine.
*Twice.
*Made out with a good but entirely platonic female friend of mine.
*Subjected an utterly-sober friend of mine to a rant on why I’m an athiest, including revealing some details of my life that literally about five people know about. He wants to eventually be a minister, is the son of missionaries, and is extremely religious.
*Outted myself as bi in a far more concrete manner than making out with a girl. Loudly. In the courtyard. At about 2 AM.
:smack: :smack: :smack:
blah, you missed it when everyone else did. her boyfriend is a nice chap. Probably nicer than me… but that doesn’t stop him from liking er as much as I do.
I probably like her more… despite what I’ve heard about her
Not just drunk but totally newted.
I pissed on the Berlin Wall.
Or so I was told the next day.
Drunk dialing. Bad habit.
Flirted shamelessly with a married dancer in front of her highly effeminate dancer husband.
Accidentally-on-purpose spilled a tumbler of spiked lemonade on another boy chatting up a girl I had my eye on at a frat party.
Sat through a live Liza Minnelli show without hurling. (I had to, it was job-related.)
[Ronald Regan voice} Neoroman, tear down this wall![/Ronald Regan voice]
hmm… I’m much, much more sedate these days. But in my wilder past I have:
Broken my hand trying to punch a chair in half
Danced very um… closely with the wife of some good friends of ours. Twice.
peed on a drive through speaker
peed off a bridge onto traffic below
cut pumpkins in half with swords
bitten someone who was trying to carry me home
climbed a tree and howled at the moon.
I’m sure there are more. I’ve just blotted them out for the time being.
How bad would that have to be? Bear in mind that I am no drinker.
So did I!
And the Eiffel tower.
And Pike’s peak.
And the Golden Gate bridge…
I did that, too! Man, that was fun. And luckily somebody caught me when I fell out of the tree.
Hmmmm.
I went for a moonlight walk on the ledge of the 31st floor of a skyscraper. All the way around the building, to return to the window I emerged from.
Fuuuck. Really?