hmm....too many drunk stories to recite in one day....
- once in a blue moon when I am f-ed off my tree then I find I tend to have "Butterfly Effect" moments....
- falling head first into fences....
- trying to break up a scuffle on a street and an all-in-brawl erupts....
- having 5 or 6 punk Maori teens picking me and my mate when we are slaughtered and we both walk out relatively unscathed....
- seeing my nutty mate (with his Slim Shady hair style) not only take on 3 or 4 huge ass Samoans (they would've had at least a couple of inches and 20 odd kilos on me) and beating them by himself....of course he used 2 glass bottles to smash their heads, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do....he was a little to pschyo for my liking so I was always trying to calm him down and making sure I didn't get into any bad situations....
- the "at least he's not the guy who sucks old men's cock for money in public toilets" comeback call....
- seeing a mate hanging on the roof of his Nissan Evo as it goes around the corner at 100km/hr....
- the night when the Colorado backpacker who crashed at our place rent-free for a month finally got together a few bucks and we proceeded to get pissed....we both ended up passing out on the kitchen floor, which was sticky with all the beer from the hundred or so beer bongs that it had seen....
- the numerous keg parties....they started out on special occasions and at one stage we would get a 50 litre keg of beer (NZ$110) every 2 or 3 weeks....
- in one keg party, my mate's older brother brought back some 15 or 16 year old bi-sexual chicks and they proceeded to put on a shoe....sluts

hot though....
- winning a shot contest in Nelson (NZ) just before New Years after downing 18 beers (mostly through beer bong races)....contest rules, each opponent brings their own bottle of grog and you proceed to alternate shotting one of each....he gave up after like 2 or 3 or each....I did 4 of each and then proceeded to down 1/4 of a bottle of Wild Turkey in celebration (or so I was told)....seems like I wanted to rub it in

then the guys from the camp site that lost the drinking games (thanks to my shot contest win to seal the deal) proceeded to record the events that followed....I went Matrix (the original) as my body went rubbery and I was doing the hell sway like I was avoiding bullets but not falling down (you'd have to see it to believe it)....crazy night, ended up covered from head to toe in mud as police drove past me.....a couple hundred people all around the camp site somehow knew me after that night....there's more detail to the story but that's enough for now....
damn I was a bit of an Alchy

I can't believe how many I am remembering on the spot, and the fact is, that is only a small fraction of them
