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Just heard a good  one from a mate.

On Saturday he had a night out with the boys, at some point late in the evening he basically can't remember anything. He got home at 6am without any trousers and his socks were wet, his wife was not surprisingly wtf?  :D

He has no clue what happened after about 3am ish lol

How's that a story? The best part is missing.

On his way home from the pub he waded into a lake to save a dog, but forgot to take his socks off first?

Tell us yours then  :)

I went out, then some stuff happened, then I got back in. As you can imagine, my missus was not too pleased.

 ::)

I will, after you've told us yours ;)

You've forgotten the best bit. You forgot what stuff it was. Funny tho lol

Ok boss here's one.

When I was a student I worked at Grosvenor House Hotel in London for a summer, as a waiter in one of their restaurants.

Went out on the hoy with a few Italian lads that worked there one night, pretty much had memory loss from pounding whiskeys at some point. The next morning I woke up in a flower bed in Hyde Park opposite the hotel I worked, the flower bed had roses in which they had not long since fertilised with horse shit, so I basically kipped in horse shit  ;D

Was supposed to be in work at 6am, got there about 6.30am trying to hide from the boss as I looked a right state. Of course the boss is the first person I bump into with me looking a right mess and stinking of horse shit, nearly got fired but instead he gave me the shittiest cleaning jobs that day just to make me suffer  :(

But there's a few hours of blackout, maybe I missed out the best bit?  ;)

I went into work one Monday and told the boss I wanted extra responsibilities; what I really wanted was extra money as someone in my department had retired and I knew I'd get some of his duties. He agreed to a pay rise and my 1st new responsibility was to co-interview new applicants for a junior position.

That night Newcastle beat Man U and I got mortal drunk, ended up in a strippers and probs got home at 6am, meant to be at work at 8 with interviews starting at 9. Slept through the alarm, woke up, "FUCK", looked at phone and it was after 10, oops. Snap rang a taxi, got dressed and left the house, had to walk past all of Management who were just staring at me quite clearly thinking "what an absolute joking rofling punter this twat is" (well they were mostly posh so words to that effect). I was very much still pretty intoxicated, walked into the interview room, my co-interviewer says "You absolutely stink of drink, go and get a coffee and sort yourself out before we interview the next person"

My response... "I don't drink Coffee".

One of my best nights out was when I was lying on the sofa on a Monday evening at home. Phone rings and my mate explains he is 1 player short for pool match at the pub less than a ten minute walk from my house.

My Mrs starts moaning saying stuff like "you have been on the piss all weekend, you don't go out early in the week etc...."

Anyway, not one to let the lads down I persuade her to calm down and let me walk to the pub for a couple of beers and play in the team.

Now she is used to me playing poker all night and coming in the following lunchtime or something but my phone rings on the Tuesday afternoon and I wake up in Barcalona!

She laughs about it now but at the time she was pretty raging as I even used her card to book the flight apparently. What a bender that was. All the best piss ups are last minute jobs.

So true.

100% and them unexpected nights work out better than the ones you plan for months

So true, I honestly find new year eve one of the worst nights of the year with all the advance planning, really cba with it. It was even worse when I was younger and there was massive pressure to pull as well  :D

When i hit 18 i was like New year is going to be the best night ever after 16/17 being total let downs struggling to get in pubs and parties etc. When i was 18 i had the worst new year ever was so boring every where was over priced etc boring.

So when i was 19/20 i worked both years and earned about £250 for like 8 hours work was pretty chuffed with that at the time i counted it as a net £500 gain.

Went to a work colleague's stag do about 10 years back on a Thursday night, and after the obligatory visit to Stringfellows I asked a minicab driver to take me somewhere to keep drinking at 2am or whatever it was.  He drove me miles out of London (reckon it was south london zone 4/5 but I was pretty hammered) and he dropped me off at some house which turned out to be an Eastern European knocking shop. 

I've never had any interaction with prostitutes, so asked the "Madam" or whatever it was called if I could just drink their beer and watch TV in the "reception" area.  They charged me £5 per bottle of stella while I watched MTV and saw all the customers coming in and out. 

After a while I got bored and went for a wander and ended up drinking tea in the backroom with a couple of Nigerian pimps, while we played 3 handed poker.  I won in the game, but by the time I arrived back at the office for work at 7am I realised they had somehow stolen my wallet which was a bit of a dampner on proceedings.  Good night though.

lol good one.

I remember a few years back in Vegas going to an all nude strip club in Vegas (most are not full nude) when hammered and had a few dances etc. When i got up the next day I picked up my clothes which were strewn about the room, I had been wearing a white shirt, on closer inspection of the shirt there were lots of dark brown/black pubes on the front lower area where the grinding had occurred during the 'dances'  ;ashamed;

Paging lil Dave

Trigg has the best story I've ever heard, please post it lad

I do have one, but I'm not exactly big time so it won't blow your mind.

I was doing a strip crawl on my first summer in Vegas and I'm out with people in our house. We are in the paris and extremely drunk, it's about 2am and John Eames went home about an hour ago because there is a $200 freeze starting at the Rio at 5pm and he wanted to be fresh. I take out what is in my wallet which is about $3k and I get chips to play roulette. I don't really gamble much so this is really reckless of me but I don't plan on using it all, I'm just being a bit big time. After losing $1200 in a certain amount of time I get fed up and stick the rest on 36. I didn't really fathom how much money I had bet on a single number and it was almost definitely above the table maximum but nobody seemed to care. As the ball is spinning a guy I'm out drinking with comes over and spots what I'm doing. He has about 10 seconds to make me come to my senses and we aren't exactly thinking at our best but somehow I managed to scrape the chips back before the 'no more bets' announcement. Obv rolls in 36 and I go home.

I am a massive roulette noob but if the bet stood I was in for a tasty sum (what happens if max bet is 500 here? does the 1800 stand?). My mate asked me how I felt when we woke the next day about him telling me to remove the bet and I said that I didn't really care, in fact I was happy as 37 out of 38 times that hangover would've felt pretty hefty.

I probably have some actual decent drinking stories but unless there is a witness I tend to forget them.