to be fair I think underage drinking has been incredibly benefitial to me.

After getting wasted so many times, you kind of realise that it's not worth it. Well at least I did.

Probably my lacrosse initiations. Just as well, really, because at one point, I was on a leash, dressed as a baby, with a guy dressed a catholic priest walking me (there was a group of us... half (the freshers) dressed as babies, the other half (old boys) dressed as paedophiles)

We walked past Canterbury cathedral dressed like that, and through the highstreet... with many-a family out and about.

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Just as well that I was in costume... as all the clothes I was wearing that night ended up encrusted in vomit.

At the start of the night, we had to do a little "warm up exercise", where they placed a pint of water at the top of a hill, a pint of soda water down the bottom, and then a pint of beer (mixed with baby food) back at the top of the hill. We had to down the pint of water, sprint down the hill, down the soda water, sprint back up, and down the beer/baby food mix. The idea being that your stomach holds roughly 3 pints, and so you're likely to vomit once you get to that level. Combine that with the gassiness of soda water, and the disgusting-ness of the beer/baby food (the beer was really cheap 24p a can stuff, too), and, yeah... pretty much all the freshers were throwing up within the first 15 minutes of the initation.

We played a modified version of ring of fire. With one of the cards being "shot of filth"... which I drew 3 times. Filth being a drink that two of the guys mixed - including a mix of various spirits, milk, tuna, mayonnaise, goats cheese, and a broken up cigarette... which was left to "ferment" by a radiator for a couple weeks.

I also drew the "d-pole" card (which I now have up on my wall)... which basically meant that they took a lacrosse d-pole, removed the head, put one end in my mouth, and poured various drinks down the other... and because it was constant, you don't get any kind of break until they think it's time. I actually ended up having to take my mouth away, vomit (with the drink just pouring over me), and then carry on drinking.

Also, we were drinking by International Drinking Rules. And... have you ever tried a waterfall with about 30 people? Guaranteed to get you fucked.

So that's what Uni's like?

I think I'l apply for St Andrews or something, a bit more peaceful!

About 25 years ago I was drunk for the first and last time. Nothing bad happened but I hated the feeling of losing control.

pthhhhh... that is what we call a light weight.

Uni is whatever you want it to be. Unless you join a sports team, then they force you to do all that shit... but that's only on initiations, normal socials are far more humane... and, dare I say it? Enjoyable.

EDIT: And those posh schools like St. Andrews? Forget it. The only difference is that they replace the alcohol with cocaine.

Back in my freshman year of college, I once proposed to a girl and then proceeded to drag her down a hallway by her foot. Not sure how big of a time gap there was between both actions since I was pretty wasted and I don't remember that night too well. We all had a good laugh the next evening, which was when we all woke up from our comas. Good times.....

Meh I just like the idea of St Andrews, prefer not to live in the city and the girls are apparently good!

@ Adriane I've dragged a girl by the foot while drunk as well :)

I once drank one whole bottle of vodka (75cl?) in 20 minutes. I was ok for a while, until basically all the alcohol went to my brain at once and I passed out.

Don't remember anything but according to my flatmates back then I started vomiting while unconscious and my flatmates had to take my clothes off until I was in underwear. Then I said I had to take a shit so they took me to the toilet. While I was shitting I passed out again and fell forward, hitting my nose against the radiator, causing me to bleed a lot, so I was shitting, puking and bleeding at once. They took me to bed and I still threw up again and they had to take the bed clothes off and put a bucket next to my bed.

I don't remember it but I know it's true because I woke up in a clotheless bed with nothing but my underwear on me, a big ass wound in my nose, a small pool of vomit in my bed and a bucket with some more vomit on the floor.

Ah, good times.

you are a f**king disgrace.

But you make me laugh :)