![]() ![]() I flailed over the fire not quite sure if I was going to fall onto my back into the flames or make it. I took a huge running start, and just as I was planting my foot for takeoff, it slipped in the mud. I'm not sure if I went first or not, but I know that I at least attempted to do it. I came up with the brilliant idea to jump over the fire pit. Several hours had gone by and it was mostly coals, but still there was some flame. We were out in the woods, burning pallets and mattresses in a huge bonfire. I don't know how to post pictures or I would show you.Ĭheers! And try to keep your asses out of the drywall! The worst part was teh few minutes after I told my future wife what i'd done and before she started laughing.Īfterward we took a picture as a dramatic reenactment. ![]() So somehow, I reckon, I managed to fall backward and throw my ass straight through a wall, then get out and go back to bed. I turn around and bend down a bit to confirm: yep, it's a butt-hole. I vaguely recall using the bathroom earlier, but not kicking a hole in the wall. In the bathroom, opposite the sink, is a huge hole in the drywall. I got up a couple hours later and go to take a piss. We get back to the condo around 5 am and all crash-the dudes in one room and the ladies (all unattached) in the master bedroom. I drink a lot of double-whisky and cokes. We get to vegas around 10pm and meet the crew, hit a bar and one of those ridiculous yet fun dance clubs. It was great! So my wife and I go to a wedding on Saturday, hit the reception, then drive to Vegas. Anywhoo, she called up an old friend and got us all into a two bedroom condo for free. My now-wife had previously worked for a corporate housing company that supplied traveling execs with a furnished condo to live in for a few weeks at a time. I'll submit a stupid for your approval as well.Ī couple years ago, after I'd been dating my future wife for about a month, we took a trip to vegas with some friends. That said, I'd love to hear of other people's drunken confessions. The term "$#itting razorblades" comes to mind. I'm sure I'll pay for that habanero about 0900 in the morning when it comes out the other end. I was drooling on myself and having a bit of trouble breathing.įor a minute, I was actually questioning my intelligence and whether or not I should go and give myself an epinephrine injection and call an ambulance. I was literally licking concrete to make the pain go away. ![]() ![]() I proved them wrong-only to end up outside, with my tongue swollen up 5 x normal size. Well, after tasting a few brews, a dare occured, and people dared me that I could not eat and chew up a habanero pepper. One of our members brought some home grown habanero peppers. tonight we had one of our monthly meetings. I'm one of the co-founders of a local beer tasting club. The food menu will be available in the Beer Hall from 12PM until one hour prior to closing time, seven days a week.I'll be the first to start, only because I did one of my top ten most stupid things TONIGHT.
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