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Worst mistakes when in a bit of a state

Hahaha, I bet nixon his own stash though

i was just with a bunch of cunts and got a bit desperate for one last line
 
doorknob said:
this is probably the most humiliating thing i've done but once i barked like a dog for a line of coke
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Is alright, my tit of an old dealer once smoked a bong of everyone's pubes for a tenner, and then his mate came right over, yanked it off him and goes 'right I'll be havin that ta' cos he owed him money. Daft cunt.
 
I remember when we used to pass pube spliff to someone in our group and let them spark it up and have a few tokes,such a bastard trying not to laugh while they smoked it.
 
davesquirrel said:
works parties and booze - bad idea! The last staff party i made a badly judged pass at a colleague, got rejected then because i felt like a tit i hammered the booze and tried again later on and spewed on her feet. The gm then asked me to leave and because everyone thinks he may be gay, i tried to kiss him, when he recoiled in horror i said don't worry i won't tell anyone. The next few weeks were beyond awkward. The crazy thing is im not even gay!
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hhhaahha great stuff.:)
 
stayed up all night and heavily redosed stims right before talking with a colleague, hoping to convince her not to defer me to my boss for a, uhm, misdemeanour related to my work.
I called her the morning after already in a semi-delusional state and tried to talk her into silence... when I saw I was failing the terror/paranoia got the best of me and I started shouting and attacking her/tell her she maybe hated me and the suchlike. She actually started crying and got away. Needless to say, 15 minutes afterwards I was in my boss' office, clenching my jaw while I tried to explain what I did and why. Not the best moment in my life for sure.
 
Being in the front room of a house party, getting faaaar too pissed (and on a fuck load of other substances that I can't remember due to anterograde amnesia), thinking of getting some sleep as it was an all-night/dayer, so I took my trooz off (thankfully not my boxers) with a shit load of people there and waking up to my belt being loose....
I mean I was getting into bed! Makes sense! Except it was downstairs infront of a load of peeps 8)
I'd no idea what had happened but my mates were very helpful to take the piss out of my being pissed =D

Saw them recently actually and asked if I'd be doing a strip tease this time - I didn't to their dismay ;)
 
Seeing someone shit in their own room, I havent reached that level yet but I have shat in the middle of our busiest roads at about 1130pm and in my back garden when locked out one night.

Did manage to pass out in my own bed once though and woke with a spray of sick all up the walls, soaked into duvet, mattress cover and carpet below. I must have rolled in it a bit because my face was pretty coated. I didn't even know. Went downstairs for a shower before work and noticed i had this greeny brown stain on face and shirt, thought it must have grass/mud and i fell in my garden or something. Reached upstairs and was blasted with this smell of stale vom. Took hours to get it all off. Still got to work on time though.
 
I once mistook my girlfriends sister as my girlfriend and grabbed her arse and tried to kiss her. Didn't go down well. I was full of acid though. Also when i lived in a pub where i was the chef, went to the kitchen one night to make food, took my bong with me so i could have a smoke while i was waiting for things to cook. Bloody left the bong in the back kitchen! Nearly lost my job.
 
Really about the only thing i've ever done was get so stoned on weed i couldnt stop giggling started hyper ventilating, passed out, and split my head open.
 
Too many stupid things to remember whilst fucked. Although the one that sticks in my mind is sitting in a bath and thinking i was in a taxi. Thought i was talking to someone I had met in Glasgow and telling them they were sound and that they would get on alright with me and my mates. I was talking to my mate!

I was out last weekend on pills and realised how much pish u talk and think it all makes sense.

I hadnt taken pills since moving to Aus and clearly forgot that although it all seems to make sense you really are talking pish.

Massive chats about inequality and other crap when Nick Warren was downstairs belting out tunes. 8)
 
GlasgowE said:
I was out last weekend on pills and realised how much pish u talk and think it all makes sense.
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Caught my mate talking to a clothes horse in my bedroom once, she was shocked when I walked in the room, she thought she had been speaking to me=D
 
god damn foul Quetiapine (Seroquel, Xeroquel, Ketipinor) made me fuck up 2 days ago, woke up naked with a slight error of the lower bowel shall I say.
Not the most savage fuck up I have come across on this thread but the shame was huge :(
 
smoking a joint in front of a copper for no reason.

was all kicking off in a street where i used to live, ive no idea why but i decided to go and smoke a spliff a few yards away from the rozzers and see what was happening. it was cannabis resin, so they either didnt smell it or didnt give a shit. i suppose i was feeling anarchaic (is that a word) or something
 
adam west said:
smoking a joint in front of a copper for no reason.
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Reminds me of a somewhat similar action that I am in no way ashamed of. One of the finest moments of my drugtaking career in fact...

Was sleeping in a train station waiting room in Haarlem for a coupla nights. I either got unlucky or someone complained cos the last night I was there two Dutch coppers appeared whilst I was stood just outside smoking a fat spliff. They both said a great deal to me very earnestly in Nederlands for quite some considerable time whilst I looked interested and blew a lotta weed smoke in their faces. When they finally finished I pointed out I was English and spoke barely a word of Dutch. Patient peeps are the Dutch - went through the whole spiel again in English for me.

Such a novelty being bollocked for vagrancy by two coppers whilst they give nary a toss about the weed smoke being blown in their faces <3
 
stereo mic said:
took my bong with me so i could have a smoke while i was waiting for things to cook. Bloody left the bong in the back kitchen! Nearly lost my job.
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:D

Was working night shift at Travelodge & used to take a pipe with me. I had a smoke like usual & took a load of food from the kitchen then took a key to 1 of the empty rooms & went to sleep. I did this for months on end & got away with it, then 1 day I woke at 10am because the alarm never went off to wake me at 5.45am Went down to the desk & the area manager was there with my hash, pipe & all the empty food wrappers I had stolen then eaten.

I was sacked on the spot.
 
On the forth or fifth day into a PV sesh, I suddenly came round in my next door neighbours garden by my wife screaming at me because even in a state of blackout I was being quite loud enough to be heard from next door behind double glazing. She took me back in the house. Next thing I know is I'm sat in an hospital waiting room in cuffs with a policeman sat each side of me. They took blood from me because (so I'm told) I did something that will haunt me. I got in my car crashed and failed 3 of the four roadside tests. I said it was down to the cocktail of power full prescribed mental health drugs I was on at the time. When back at the police station I was charged with causing an RTA and being unfit to drive due to drug use. Awaiting my punishment now as it happens. Will be sentenced in Jan. Looking at a max of six months if they find the class b substance in my blood. If not I've been far luckier than I deserved to have been .

Sad thing is after the years of abuse and seeing the damage it was having on my Wife and Daughter and family home on a whole wasn't getting through. The fear that I could have killed someone and may have to get gang-raped in prison was enough to realize PV had beaten me and I could never use again if I wanted to be safe around others. My binges also had me in the psych ward one to many times on high level anti-psychotic and anti depressants. I adored PV, just that it never really liked me and I had been fighting a losing battle with the belief that I would be able to control it this time.
 
What a tragic story. Can only hope the judge shows mercy and you've learned your lesson and will never do it again. But I'm ashamed to confess I've no idea what a PV could be. Personal vaporiser isn't likely and I await illumination.
 
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