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Originally posted by johnny:
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Originally posted by bubbe:
Haha!  That last one looks kinda funny when he falls right on his head! Do you even feel any pain being that drunk? [img]tongue.gif[/img]
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Talking from my own experience, no you don't. I woke up one morning after a wild party, with blood and a huge bump on my head, bruises on my thighs and blood all over my hands and arms, and i couldn't even remember how i got all that. When i spoke to some people who were at the same party they told me i got in one or two fights, i fell from someones bycicle several times while trying to ride around the block, and i fell from a table while attempting to dance on top of it. In other words, i made a totall ass out of myself, and i didn't even know i was doing it. I had to apologize to a lot of people that time. In my defense, it wasn't just alcohol i had that night, i also dropped a few XTC pills, and that was the last time i ever laid a finger on that stuff. XTC in combination with alcohol is a serious hazard to your wellbeing. [/QUOTE]And here I thought XTC turned you into a touchy-feely-huggy happy guy who wants to hug everyone so bad they get mad at him.
I'll you what does not mix well with beer: Benadryl. For those of you who don't know the brand, it's and over-the-counter antihistamene which helps reduce allergic reactions; it also makes you feel dopey and sleepy and possibly one or two more of the Seven Dwarves besides.
I had a light rash on my neck, which I noticed after drinking a few beers; I decided to try and nip it in the bud by taking a handful of Benadryl...don't remember much after that. My girlfriend came home late and found me curled up in a fetal position on the bed, lying in a puddle of beer and cuddling my beer glass like I loved it. When she woke me, I got up, acted grumpy, went in the bathroom and pretty much whipped my money-maker out in front of her and started peeing (something she could have gone with seeing).
Another time I did the same thing, and apparently nodded off in my reclining chair until she again woke me; this time I got up, acted grumpy (again) and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Apparently, I lacked the wit and dexterity required to get the cap off of the tube and opted to angrily chop the other end off with a pair of scissors to get some toothpaste on my brush.
I have zero recall of either incident.