And here is the last drunk story of 2011...
Drunk Story from Frank (Pennsylvania)
It was our senior year of high school and we were all going on a ski trip. When I say we were all going on a ski trip I mean pretty much my entire senior class was going on a ski trip. Well, not the entire class but there had to be at least 150 kids going and being that our school was small, that was about half our senior class. Now, the bus that I was on got there first. The other bus broke down. When we got in there it was absolute mayhem. Everyone had at least a 30 and a bottle for themselves, and we got there looking to drink and that was it. It was like a different party in every room. Anchorman was going on in one room, regular beer pong was in another, 100 cup beer pong was in another, I'm pretty sure there was flip cup and madness everywhere else.
By the end of the first night everyone was extremely fucked up. One of our friends who also happened to be extremely large had done a strikeout and passed out in my room. Who also passed out in my room? Oh, about twenty other kids were passed out all over the place. We're all in there and then suddenly the big guy who did the strike out wakes up. His eyes were half open, he looks around the room and he tries to lean on the wall as he says, "Yo, where's the beer?". As he says this, his arm never actually catches on to the wall and he just slides down the wall and hits the floor face first not even budging as everyone just starts hysterical laughing at him. Some people just can't handle a senior year ski trip.
The fact that I'm picturing this happen to a 300 pound guy is awesome. And the fact that this story sounds so familiar is even better.
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