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when me and my roomie in college were high, we used to go into the library and sit in the computer lab. we would just sit there pretending to type...then all of a sudden, start making robot/calculator type noises while typing...stand up then walk away.
 
once while drunk I took one of my friend's friends (first night I went out drinking with him, through some friends) cell phones (it was his b-day, visiting LA from out of town to party it up). He was completely lit,I took his cell phone and I changed his voicemail greeting to:

"Hi, this is Eric, one of Dave's friends....Dave got arrested last night and is currently in custody at the Downtown LAPD station".




I didn't even remember doing that shit until like two days later when my buddy told me about it....I guess he had a SHITLOAD of freaked out family and friends...I listened to some of the messages and most of them were his friends saying "man...you screwed up man..." shit like that. it was quite funny, he got a kick out of it actually.
 
I tore a stop sign out of the ground at the U of O. Some cops found me and made me put it back in the ground, as I had carried it down to the local McMenamins and left it outside.....:cheers:
 
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I don't drink or do drugs but I have a lot of pretty good stories about my family when they are either drunk or high. Like my cousin, one day he got high and when out with some friends and ended up stealing a car, being the smart guy he is he got a little tired and he fell a sleep in the back of that stolen car. Eventually some cops came by, ran the tags and noticed the car was stolen, so they took out their flash nights and looked inside the car, where they found my cousin sleeping like a baby in the back seat.
 
A high story is once me and my buddies were ripped, and we decided to vandalize some shit. We each had about 10 grams on us, so we where puffing some blunts as we walked. We took down signs, rang door bells, spray painted Joanie Loves ChaChi every where. All of a sudden, as I pass the blunt over, I see a bright light and it was 2 cop cruisers. I was under-cover and the other wasn't. They get out, take their GUNS out and ask us to put our weed on the floor and get down on our knees. Well, I said, fuck that to my boys, and we started running. Now, this is B N S, (Bathurst and Steeles) and I've lived there all my life, and so have my boys. We knew that place inside out. So we dip in 3 different directions and just ran as fast as possible. They dropped their stash, I didn't. I dip in to the town-House area my grandma lives in and I'm cutting through backyards and shit. I end up at another friends house and I bang on his back door. He opens it up, and I hid inside. The cops ran right past his house, and couldn't find me. My boys went to a local park, and chilled for about 20 minutes. Soon, I called them and told them to meet me at my boys house and within 10 minutes, they made it. It was fucking insane. I was trippin' balls and as soon as they got there, we hit up another blunt. Fucking sweet night.
 
hasoos said:
I tore a stop sign out of the ground at the U of O. Some cops found me and made me put it back in the ground, as I had carried it down to the local McMenamins and left it outside.....:cheers:
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I did that too before a haloween party in college. Tore up a stop sign out of the ground....it was the most fucked up I've ever been. Had 2 bottles of Mad Dog 20/20 and some weed before. I was doing wrestling moves on the dance floor like The People's Elbow and shit....i ended up sprawled on the bathroom floor covered in my own vomit. My roomate had the paramedics called on him.
 
Walking (many times) across the train trestle over the Willamette between Lake Oswego and Milwaukie to visit my girlfriend.

Some rather harrowing experiences, to say the least!
 
I tried to jump on a moving train while high...I did it, but I jumped off quick cause I didn't want to die.
 
I'm more of a mellow drunk/stoner type. I don't go out and raise hell, I just stay in and go 'weeeeeeee!!!'.
 
i'm pretty mellow when i'm stoned. i like to trip out though...just go around and freak people out by doing crazy stoner stuff.
 
I sing karaoke with my Chinese homies when I'm drunk, usually mess up 80% of the lyrics.
 
Screwed a fat chick while I was blacked out. Two years later that fat chick became a hot little dime piece. Oh damn
 
I got drunk on Stella and gin and tonics in the Vancouver airport on my way to Damascus via Amsterdam. I had a 3 hour layover and I was toasted with about 30 minutes to board my plane. So I stumble over to the counter to get my boarding pass and the time my plane leaves says "tomorrow." I am utterly confused and freaking out. I don't really remember what happens next, but the next 3 hours were spent running to every corner of that goddamn airport, speaking to every kind of Asian that has ever existed (all with varying levels of English), and cursing every 15 seconds. By the end of it, I had bought a new ticket, somehow found my luggage to check it in with the new airline and made a mad, all out dash to the loading terminal to catch my new flight. I was soaked in sweat, reeking of booze and panting furiously by the time I got on the plane, and everyone gave me the stink-eye because I had held them up. To this day, I cannot remember how I accomplished all that I did, because I was falling down drunk when I did it.

On the day of the draft when we took Greg, I was in Damascus. I was going to stay up until about 3am so I could listen to an online radio feed. So, I went to the old town and got drunk on cans of Heineken (the best beer the entire country has to offer, unfortunately) and then drunkenly stumbled my way through getting a cab for a ride back to the neighborhood I was staying in, Mezzeh. I went to the local internet cafe and drunkenly stumbled my way through a conversation about how there was no electricity. I was too drunk to remember that there are rolling blackouts every night (lol syria is poor) and so I hopped from internet cafe to internet cafe because I HAD to listen to the draft. Thank god they were all 24 hours, and Syrians generally stay up all damn night anyway. So each time I leave, I pick up a cup of juice or a shwarma or something because I am druuuunk. Eventually, I go back to the cafe near my apartment and I am loaded full of sugar and beer and the electricity is back on. I listen to the draft and it's done at about 4:30am. I'm dead fucking tired and feel like vomiting. I stumble back to my apartment building and it's locked. The key to my door didn't unlock the main door. So I slept on the street. That was awesome.

Once, from ages 16-22, I smoked a lot of pot and generally stayed indoors and wasted a lot of time. Not that fun.
 
ABM said:
Walking (many times) across the train trestle over the Willamette between Lake Oswego and Milwaukie to visit my girlfriend.

Some rather harrowing experiences, to say the least!
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OMG....This guy I know has sixteen year old twin boys. They live in Milwaukie. One of them had the hots for a Lake Oswego girl and thought he'd take the trestle to go visit her. He almost made it. Train came when he was on the trestle. He couldn't jump into the river. Train had to make an emergency stop on the bridge and rescue the kid who was hanging over the side. They took him to the Brooklyn yards and the cops came and he was arrested for felony trespass.
 
ABM said:
Walking (many times) across the train trestle over the Willamette between Lake Oswego and Milwaukie to visit my girlfriend.

Some rather harrowing experiences, to say the least!
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Rode my bike over that trestle many a time for the same reason (my girlfriend, not yours, and thank god we went our separate ways eventually), and one time a train came and my buddy and me were out on the end of the ties with our bikes hanging on for dear life.

We were about 14 and weren't high or drunk, but that's probably why I can post about it now. :crazy:

Used to catch some monsterous catfish under that trestle.
 
MARIS61 said:
Rode my bike over that trestle many a time for the same reason (my girlfriend, not yours, and thank god we went our separate ways eventually), and one time a train came and my buddy and me were out on the end of the ties with our bikes hanging on for dear life.

We were about 14 and weren't high or drunk, but that's probably why I can post about it now. :crazy:

Used to catch some monsterous catfish under that trestle.
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Cool beans!

My buddies and I used to love hanging out in that support area under the tracks about halfway across the river. We thought we was bad, man................
 
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