What, when, where, how, with how many, ect. was the biggest, baddest, nastiest party you ever been to?
DemonusAE: New Years Eve 1999, Mayaguez Puerto Rico, La calle (Thee Street ). CoorsLight was throwing the bash of the millenium, 8 blocks were completely closed off. My bestfriend was hired as a Coorlight Girl and invited me to La Casita. During the rest of the year it was just a club. But that night it was VIP central. Following the barrage of local rock bands and techno mixes was all the beer I can drink for free. 12:00 was coming up and the Coorlight promoter annouced that at the stroke of midnight, everybody has to bring in the new year by taking their top off. 3....2....1...Bang!! Beer flies everywhere, and I'm standing in the middle of a room full of half naked soaked women. I was very grateful to say the very least. A group of us head out to the beach around 3:00 AM and skinny dip til I woke up washed up on the shore around 9:00 AM to the tapping of a cop's nightstick on my head. I got up and said " Hay algun problema official ? " ( Don't ask me to translate because I'm sure that all of you know how to say "Is There A Problem Officer?" in at least 5 languages ) not realizing that I was still naked.
I miss those days sometmes ;)
If you grab them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow.
And most of us will never get to know what thats like you lucky bastard :]
Actually, I can't believe that it was almost 4 years ago. Times flies.
If you grab them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow.
I had to pick "Can't remember, drank myself into oblivion." Too many nights like the one you just described...it's why I am in AA now! Here's a good example. My second Black Sabbath concert--for "The Mob Rules" tour. Last thing I remember about that show was polishing off my second quart of Mad Dog 20/20 in the parking lot at the Providence Civics Center. The next thing I remember I woke up face down on my bed with all my clothes on. My ears were ringing and I had a ripped ticket stub in pocket, so I had apparently gone in, though I have absolutely memory of it. I called my friend I went with to find out what happened, and he told me we had a great time.
I do remember my third Black Sabbath concert...that was far more memorable. Have you ever been kicked INTO a concert?
Lessee...my best party experience had to be on Bourbon Street in New Orleans...god that town is fun (don't really remember much of the night though)...and then there's those little parties everyone loves...you know. That one party that started out as a Hawaiian themed Luau thing...but turned into a wet tee shirt trampoline contest...oh wait...that was last weekend...god I love college.
go to kegger once in a while, the smell of sex in the air it's awesome. Then I get drunk passed recogniztion then I sleep.lol
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like honestly, who does that?!?!
Sounds like you have your party nights all worked out. Do you keep a list and check items off as they come up? ;)Originally Posted by origin
1. Go to Kegger party - check
2. Locate said Kegger and become it's best friend - check
3. Locate source of sex smell - check
4. Get drunk past recognition - ch.....ch....something
5. Sleep - zZzZzZz
If you grab them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow.
DemonusAE:you forgot something :aim if not drunk enough, some sex would be nice (females only lol!) but it's funny the time you least expect to have sex on a certain occasion is when you are most wasted beyond reocgnition then you can't enjoy it because you either keep passing out and just pass out completly till the next day. ironic stuff :hi
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like honestly, who does that?!?!
OH MY FUCKING GOD!
Thats pretty SWEEEEET
I hope I remember to throw a party with beer soaked half-naked women once (preferably hot women). Lucilly I'm only 17 and have my whole life in front of me, so I hope there will be plenty of wild parties to come. I already went to some pretty cool ones, but most of them I was drunk, and it never involved a bunch of half-naked women and skinny dipping. :gj
Well the biggest baddest parties I experienced were as a young teen at the Pop Festivals in the late 60s and early 70s at: the Atlantic City Pop Festival, Watkins Glen, Strawberrry Fields, etc. Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n Roll, etc. (well, the sex I wished for, but lets just pretend that happened too).
Rather than bore you though with various shenanigans and badass parties I've been to through the years--I can't even remember what happened in most of high school and college anyway, I have had many run ins like Demoneus with THE LAW before I became a model citizen. But the one that sticks closest to my memory was probably this one:
When I was 15 (yes, I was a little badass punk; polite to mothers, but a hellion nonetheless), some buds and I went up to Martha's Vinyard. I got loaded beyond belief (the culprits were a bottle of Cold Duck plus a quart of cheap beer plus some quality herb). Like the visions that kid had in 'Go' in the supermarket, who I resembled at the time, things were SPINNING and SPINNING out of control. My buds had the time of their lives watching me puke my little guts out the door of their brand new spanking VW bug as they whirled around and over the sanddunes and around and over the sandunes...and around and over the sand dunes... Course the owner wasn't so happy at the receipt I left on the back seat for his chauffering, heh... luckily his dad had a fleet of them at his dealership; he eventually unloaded it on some unsuspecting soul (talk about new car puke and herb smell!)
Cut to: Five a.m, I'm snoring my ass off in my sleeping bag, when a flashlight is beamed into my dead eyes. And I looked up warily, believing it was my estwhile friends busting my ass again, and yelled out, "What the f*ck do you want now?" This was, of course, before I saw THE MAN's 5 pt Golden Star Badge glistening into my bloodshot eyes. 'Cause the next thing you know, I was hauled off to jail with my buds, where I was to spend a few glorious hours in a cell sleeping on this old stiff ping pong table and getting splinters up my ass. My idiot friends had not so cleverly hid their VW under a little bridge in the dunes, but then proceeded to light a campfire and bring the unwanted attention of the park authorities anyway (and they thought I was dumb for not holding my liquor!)
7:30 am, our hungover asses are hauled off, still spinning, before this 90 year old geezer of a judge (I swear) to hear our fates. I was let go because I was a minor, but my two friends who were 17, got fined as adults! I always wondered why they didnt search for the booze or herb--maybe they were taken in by our innocent boy next door looks. Dummies! No record! I can still run for President some day. Karma wins out again!
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