One time I woke up dead:
i was in my early 20's
was drinking with some friends was last thing i remember.. till i woke up next day in a box car on a train 2 states away in alabama
2 months later the 2 friends who put me on the train woke up in texas on a train,broke and in their underwear....my pay back
was drinking with some friends was last thing i remember.. till i woke up next day in a box car on a train 2 states away in alabama
2 months later the 2 friends who put me on the train woke up in texas on a train,broke and in their underwear....my pay back
you learn the true meaning of life when you see houses and cars blow by like leaves on a windy day.
11pm was in a park with mates, then just cant remember, 9am next morning woke up with a nice bucket full of vomit next to me.
Apparently I finished a bag of goon.
Apparently I finished a bag of goon.
I once woke up at about 3 in the morning, sitting at the table with the newspaper infront of me, the kettle was boiling and I was holding a butter knife.
Some weird shit
Some weird shit
i woke up under my kitchen table with 9 sodas open. none of them had been actually drank.
Or one time i had a really good dream, but when it happened and i woke up i was so tired i just rolled over and ignored it.
Or one time i had a really good dream, but when it happened and i woke up i was so tired i just rolled over and ignored it.
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Naked, in a swing set on a beach side playground holding a half broken pinata and wearing a pirates hat. Thank god i awoke when it was still dark.
Woke up at the computer after what seemed like sleeping for hours and was winning a game of CSS. I mustn't have been out long but it felt that way :\
I once woke up to the barrel of an AK pointed at my face. That sucked.
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Ty wrote:
I once woke up to the barrel of an AK pointed at my face. That sucked.
Is that why you havent been posting?
Nah actually, the AK incident happened about four years ago.TimmmmaaaaH wrote:
Ty wrote:
I once woke up to the barrel of an AK pointed at my face. That sucked.
Is that why you havent been posting?
I went hunting with a friend of mine and one of his mates. My friend was a bit of a gun nut and had managed to obtain himself a, (modified,) Kalashnikov and chose to hunt with that and a .308.
At night we slept in this hut - it wasn't really a hut, it was more a rest area, it resembled a large bus stp. Nevertheless it had platforms for sleeping so after yielding nothing in the hunt we went to bed. There was only one platform and we slept like this:
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With me being the tall line, (my head at the top,) and the underscores being the two others, (their heads to the right.)
Anyway I awoke in the morning after a very uncomfortable sleep to the rifle barrel pointed at my face. The stupid bugger had gone to bed with the thing! Scared the living crap out of me as the guy was't incredibly gun-safe and I wouldn't have been surprised if it had ben loaded.
I shoudln't have told you and left it to your imaginations, the reality is never as interesting.
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Woke up naked in my living room, with all of my family watching TV around me. this was a month ago. This would be fine if I was 3 or 4 but I'm 18. Awwwkward.
Always waa Sunday morning. Always when my eyes open my head starts ticking "Where is this, I dont recognise the celing". And then it dawns on you, you look to the side, shock horror....................."What the fuck is that next to me? Oh shit; I didnt did I, shit I must of I got no pants on". An escape route kicks in, your planning your route to the exit and then wooooomph, she stirs, mumbles and a big fat sweaty tattoo'd arm reaches over and pins you down, all the time she is still asleep. You try to wriggle free, trying to slip under her arm "If only some of her sweat was on my chest I could slide under her flabby bingo wings". But its no good her Argos jewllery is starting to dig into your chest and leave a den't.
Eventually you get away, your slowly ever so quietly pulling your jeans up but leave the belt, it will go clunk, you put your shirt back on, forget the buttons, lets get out while you can, you pick your shoes and socks up, "Fuck it, they can be put on outside in the street". You look back to make sure you have all your things, you grab the whiskey you left and get to the bedroom door. Slowly and carefully you turn the knob, its like walking in the woods avoding the twigs that snap. You get the door open, your just about to take the big step to freedom when "oi, where the fuck do you think your going I havent finished with you yet"............ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Eventually you get away, your slowly ever so quietly pulling your jeans up but leave the belt, it will go clunk, you put your shirt back on, forget the buttons, lets get out while you can, you pick your shoes and socks up, "Fuck it, they can be put on outside in the street". You look back to make sure you have all your things, you grab the whiskey you left and get to the bedroom door. Slowly and carefully you turn the knob, its like walking in the woods avoding the twigs that snap. You get the door open, your just about to take the big step to freedom when "oi, where the fuck do you think your going I havent finished with you yet"............ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Fuckin lol cuz, successfully brought back memories I and been blocking for months. Told witjh such finesse and perspective.1927 wrote:
Always waa Sunday morning. Always when my eyes open my head starts ticking "Where is this, I dont recognise the celing". And then it dawns on you, you look to the side, shock horror....................."What the fuck is that next to me? Oh shit; I didnt did I, shit I must of I got no pants on". An escape route kicks in, your planning your route to the exit and then wooooomph, she stirs, mumbles and a big fat sweaty tattoo'd arm reaches over and pins you down, all the time she is still asleep. You try to wriggle free, trying to slip under her arm "If only some of her sweat was on my chest I could slide under her flabby bingo wings". But its no good her Argos jewllery is starting to dig into your chest and leave a den't.
Eventually you get away, your slowly ever so quietly pulling your jeans up but leave the belt, it will go clunk, you put your shirt back on, forget the buttons, lets get out while you can, you pick your shoes and socks up, "Fuck it, they can be put on outside in the street". You look back to make sure you have all your things, you grab the whiskey you left and get to the bedroom door. Slowly and carefully you turn the knob, its like walking in the woods avoding the twigs that snap. You get the door open, your just about to take the big step to freedom when "oi, where the fuck do you think your going I havent finished with you yet"............ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
My shrink told me its better to share my experiences with others in my battle to overcome these demons. Demons being very appropriate. Do you know even their tattoo's were mi-spelled!Hooch Pandersnatch wrote:
Fuckin lol cuz, successfully brought back memories I and been blocking for months. Told witjh such finesse and perspective.1927 wrote:
Always was Sunday morning. Always when my eyes open my head starts ticking "Where is this, I dont recognise the ceiling". And then it dawns on you, you look to the side, shock horror....................."What the fuck is that next to me? Oh shit; I didnt did I, shit I must of I got no pants on". An escape route kicks in, your planning your route to the exit and then wooooomph, she stirs, mumbles and a big fat sweaty tattoo'd arm reaches over and pins you down, all the time she is still asleep. You try to wriggle free, trying to slip under her arm "If only some of her sweat was on my chest I could slide under her flabby bingo wings". But its no good her Argos jewellery is starting to dig into your chest and leave a dent.
Eventually you get away, your slowly ever so quietly pulling your jeans up but leave the belt, it will go clunk, you put your shirt back on, forget the buttons, lets get out while you can, you pick your shoes and socks up, "Fuck it, they can be put on outside in the street". You look back to make sure you have all your things, you grab the whiskey you left and get to the bedroom door. Slowly and carefully you turn the knob, its like walking in the woods avoiding the twigs that snap. You get the door open, your just about to take the big step to freedom when "oi, where the fuck do you think your going I havent finished with you yet"............ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I think '27 was raped then.
Thankfully i don't generally wake up in weird as hell places, i used to sleep walk though which sucked. (when i was about 8-10 years old i think).
I'm told that one night i got up sleepwalked downstairs to the phone, dialed some random number and actually started talking to this random person who picked up the phone. I was asleep at the time and it was quite late at night.
EDIT: '27 that karma was sickening.
Thankfully i don't generally wake up in weird as hell places, i used to sleep walk though which sucked. (when i was about 8-10 years old i think).
I'm told that one night i got up sleepwalked downstairs to the phone, dialed some random number and actually started talking to this random person who picked up the phone. I was asleep at the time and it was quite late at night.
EDIT: '27 that karma was sickening.
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Once, I woke up in my bed, with five-hour old puke all over. And I don't lie still at night... I was about 5 or 6.
I always used to wake up with my feet on my pillow and head in the other end of the bed when I was younger.
I once woke up under my dog. In her bed.
Once, which demonstrates why gaming is bad for you, or rather, sleeping is bad for gaming, I woke up in front of the computer with 3-17 K-D in BF2. The computer was off when I went to bed.
I always used to wake up with my feet on my pillow and head in the other end of the bed when I was younger.
I once woke up under my dog. In her bed.
Once, which demonstrates why gaming is bad for you, or rather, sleeping is bad for gaming, I woke up in front of the computer with 3-17 K-D in BF2. The computer was off when I went to bed.
The idea of any hi-fi system is to reproduce the source material as faithfully as possible, and to deliberately add distortion to everything you hear (due to amplifier deficiencies) because it sounds 'nice' is simply not high fidelity. If that is what you want to hear then there is no problem with that, but by adding so much additional material (by way of harmonics and intermodulation) you have a tailored sound system, not a hi-fi. - Rod Elliot, ESP
I woke up in the shed with a kebab in my pocket. i was wrecked that night .
Those of you that have woken up at the computers playing video games - that is when it is time to GET THE FUCK OUTSIDE FOR FIVE MINUTES.
Geeze.
1927 - did you run? Or did you stay and finish the job?
Geeze.
1927 - did you run? Or did you stay and finish the job?
Oh that Puke Freezer has mentioned reminds me of when I had my own place, just me and my dog. I'd been out with the boys on a Friday night, got smashed, gone home and felt like puking. Make my way to the bathroom, see the toilet and the excitment got to much for me (bit like a virgin and a porn star), I just threw my chunks from the door way using a 4ft puking arch, walking my way to the toilet so that by the time I get to the bowl, stick my head over it all my sick is out. I'm kneeling in it, its on the outside of the bath and on the other side of me, up the radiator. I make my way back to bed bouncing off the walls on the way clinging to anything I can grip, fall into bed and crash.
Wake up next day and its boiling, Im fully clothed except shoes and sweating like a Rapi, like a... like a pig. Heads banging, I smell, but my trusted dog is here wagging her tail to nurse my hangover. I play the "Just one more fag (cigarette) game". Thats "I'll have one more fag and then get up and clean the sick I sicked last night that I just remembered about". 2 hours and 10 fags later I fall out of bed and make my way to the toilet, I poke my head around the corner expecting a "pizza" all over the floor and bowl, but I see nothing. NOTHING?? WTF??
It dawns on me, Gizzy the trusted (and crusted) dog has saved the day, just like any good bitch should do she has cleaned my spew up for me, this means I dont need to get up and face smelly dog food aswell, she's already had breakfast "Good girl Gizzy, good girl, now I'm going back to bed to die in peace".
Wake up next day and its boiling, Im fully clothed except shoes and sweating like a Rapi, like a... like a pig. Heads banging, I smell, but my trusted dog is here wagging her tail to nurse my hangover. I play the "Just one more fag (cigarette) game". Thats "I'll have one more fag and then get up and clean the sick I sicked last night that I just remembered about". 2 hours and 10 fags later I fall out of bed and make my way to the toilet, I poke my head around the corner expecting a "pizza" all over the floor and bowl, but I see nothing. NOTHING?? WTF??
It dawns on me, Gizzy the trusted (and crusted) dog has saved the day, just like any good bitch should do she has cleaned my spew up for me, this means I dont need to get up and face smelly dog food aswell, she's already had breakfast "Good girl Gizzy, good girl, now I'm going back to bed to die in peace".
I had this one too once, bad dream probably.kptk92 wrote:
Woke up crying. I mean, what the hell provokes that?!
I ran home in a rush as my house mate would know what stinker I had been with. She was a cast off of another mate of mine. We spent a few Sundays up the pub comparing notes that summer. She would always walk up to me as soon as I walked in this club and Id be like "hi, how u doing, cant stop bye". 10 Jacks, a few ciders and 2 hours later I'm off looking for this "Princess" just before R Kelly starts belting out how he wished he could fly. I'd tell myself each week "Im not going off with fatty this week" but to no avail, I did. It stopped when the club got closed down, thank god.CapnNismo wrote:
Those of you that have woken up at the computers playing video games - that is when it is time to GET THE FUCK OUTSIDE FOR FIVE MINUTES.
Geeze.
1927 - did you run? Or did you stay and finish the job?
I woke up covered in crisps, I ate them.
thats why dogs are better than cats1927 wrote:
Oh that Puke Freezer has mentioned reminds me of when I had my own place, just me and my dog. I'd been out with the boys on a Friday night, got smashed, gone home and felt like puking. Make my way to the bathroom, see the toilet and the excitment got to much for me (bit like a virgin and a porn star), I just threw my chunks from the door way using a 4ft puking arch, walking my way to the toilet so that by the time I get to the bowl, stick my head over it all my sick is out. I'm kneeling in it, its on the outside of the bath and on the other side of me, up the radiator. I make my way back to bed bouncing off the walls on the way clinging to anything I can grip, fall into bed and crash.
Wake up next day and its boiling, Im fully clothed except shoes and sweating like a Rapi, like a... like a pig. Heads banging, I smell, but my trusted dog is here wagging her tail to nurse my hangover. I play the "Just one more fag (cigarette) game". Thats "I'll have one more fag and then get up and clean the sick I sicked last night that I just remembered about". 2 hours and 10 fags later I fall out of bed and make my way to the toilet, I poke my head around the corner expecting a "pizza" all over the floor and bowl, but I see nothing. NOTHING?? WTF??
It dawns on me, Gizzy the trusted (and crusted) dog has saved the day, just like any good bitch should do she has cleaned my spew up for me, this means I dont need to get up and face smelly dog food aswell, she's already had breakfast "Good girl Gizzy, good girl, now I'm going back to bed to die in peace".
I only have one REALLY memorable one that isnt too mundane.
After a large drinking session I woke up with an arm around me, turned around and it was a guy with nothing on but boxers, that freaked me enough until I noticed what I was wearing, which consisted of a pink miniskirt, fishnet stockings no shirt and a spiderman mask next to me on the floor.
To this day, I haven't explored what happened that night.
After a large drinking session I woke up with an arm around me, turned around and it was a guy with nothing on but boxers, that freaked me enough until I noticed what I was wearing, which consisted of a pink miniskirt, fishnet stockings no shirt and a spiderman mask next to me on the floor.
To this day, I haven't explored what happened that night.
Oh, but I know what you did explore that night... Your sexuality.Shem wrote:
I only have one REALLY memorable one that isnt too mundane.
After a large drinking session I woke up with an arm around me, turned around and it was a guy with nothing on but boxers, that freaked me enough until I noticed what I was wearing, which consisted of a pink miniskirt, fishnet stockings no shirt and a spiderman mask next to me on the floor.
To this day, I haven't explored what happened that night.
The idea of any hi-fi system is to reproduce the source material as faithfully as possible, and to deliberately add distortion to everything you hear (due to amplifier deficiencies) because it sounds 'nice' is simply not high fidelity. If that is what you want to hear then there is no problem with that, but by adding so much additional material (by way of harmonics and intermodulation) you have a tailored sound system, not a hi-fi. - Rod Elliot, ESP