VGchartz is fun, but what you do in REAL life?

[Comrade Tovya]

vlad321 said:

izaaz101 said:

Comrade Tovya said:

vlad321 said:

Comrade Tovya said:

vlad321 said:
Well I'm on VGC it mean that I'm either working/studying, or in between load times. Therefore when I'm not on I do what college life generally has to offer (read: heavy involvement of alcohol).

 

Yeah, college was fun... for me it was like the intermission between being a kid and becoming an adult.  And I drank as much alcohol as I could to squeeze out every last moment of the fun.

 

Tell me about it, also my general mentality has GREATLY changed. It's not longer "what would be safer," it's "what has a greater potential of producing great stories."

 

LOL, no joke.

God help me if my kids ever find out all the stuff I ever did...

I was the oldest of 10 in my family, and then my brother after me heard of my legend, and decided to out do me (and he did, which is almost unthinkable), and then each brother after us (8 more brothers) continued to out do the last. 

The school district out here really hates my family... and now just when they are getting rid of the last of my brothers from their system, my oldest son just barely entered the fray now.  Literally, 1st day of the first grade, my son's teacher said that never in her life has she ever wanted to quit the teaching profession more than she did the first day of teaching Jordan.  That's my boy... like father, like son.

Any chance of sharing some of those stories?

 

I dunno how safe for VGC some of my stories are... I can see lots of people calling me an ass/idiot/alcoholic/and on and on and on for a lot of the better ones.

 

Yeah, I've already told a few of my more noble deeds that smelled of trouble on this sight.. so I'm not sure how my less noble ideas would pan out on this site... what the heck, I'll throw you bone anyway.

Once, my senior year in high school, I was drunk after a dance, and we went to Bennigan's afterwards with all of my friends... no big deal thus far.  Well, this is before the days of cell phones being the norm, and I had a pager.  So my girlfriend paged me to see where we were, so I stumbled out of the booth to use the payphone.  So I put in my quarter, and am talking on the phone to my girl...

Well, a guy walks up behind me, and says, "hey beaner, get off the &$#@% phone".  That took some serious guts, because most people who looked at me wouldn't have even had the guts to think such a statement.

Being that I'm drunk, and I'm sensitive to certain phrases, I turned around and started beating him in the head with the payphone handset until he managed to get away.  Oh, but this is just the beginning...

So I went back to the booth to eat, completely oblivious to the fact that I just phone-whipped a guy for racial slurs...

Anyway, the alcohol in my system started to catch up with me, so I layed my head on the table.  The waitress nudged me and told me to get my head off of the table.  Okay, so I slowly lift my head up, and all of the sudden, the blood rushes back to my head, and I pass out on the floor of the restaraunt.  When I wake up, everyone is looking over me, and the manager kicks us out.

Oh, but that isn't all...

I get back into the limo, and the liquor decides that that is as good as time as any to exit my body... I grab the nearest object, a empty card board box that had previously been filled with Coca-cola.  Of course, those boxes aren't very strurdy, and the puke manages to soak through and fall out all over my clothes.

Well, we drive half way across town to my cousin's house, where 4 people manage to drag me out of the limo to get me cleaned up before I get home.  Well, being that they are drunk too, they forget me there at his house, and they all leave.

When I wake up, there is this old hippie friend of my uncles staring at me (he looks like one of those garden gnomes, with a longer beard, and definitely no taller than one).

Well, I am still drunk 4 hours later, and don't know what to do.

Being that I never came home, my family calls the police because they think I am dead.  They ask my cousin where I am at, and he is so affraid of getting in trouble, he tells my mom that he doesn't know, and that I left the dance with my girlfriend and hasn't seen me since.

Eventually, a combonation of the police and my family manage to track me down... to say the least, I was in tons of trouble.

And actually, that is one of my better teenage moments.