Domski1856
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What's the wildest story you guys have of a night out raging?
BTW, sorry about the long story but theres a lot that happened lol
Here's mine:
I study in Poland (think 80+ proof vodka and the only size beer comes in is 500ml, 6% so non of that pussy 335ml bud lights shit) and as a kid who was raised in the US, the drinking age is pretty fucked up and restrictive if you really wanna have some fun. So I'm just chillin at home and my homie hits me up and asks if I'm down to get a beer and says we're going to take it easy this time because we've gotten into some crazy shit like this before, but little did we know that shit was going to get a whole lot worse later that night. I met up with him at the tram stop (I like to think that Poland is built on public transportation which is dope because you never need a car) and he hands me a beer right away. We down one after another and another after that, next thing we know we're meeting up with his cousin (think bald, adidas tracksuit, and a huge gold crucifix chain he got from his great grandfather). I knew from that goddamn moment that this night was going to end badly. We all continue drinking and eventually are so fucked up we start running across the streets and while screaming "kurwa" (originally meaning "fuck" but this word can literally mean anything) and kicking over every trash bin in sight. Next, we take this huge barrier looking thing and place it in the middle of a one-way road out of an apartment complex, needless to say someone at this point called the cops on us. We continue drinking and our drunken mission and notice the cops arrived so we book it. Screaming like fucking idiots and jumping fences, the po-po was no match for us lol 3 miles and one fight later, we ended up in a new part of the city. We bumped into some Spanish Erasmus students and convinced them to rent us a city bike for one hours so we can "get back to our apartment". They agreed and thats when the shit got real. ALL THREE of us packed ourselves on this stupid bike (don't even ask me how) and started to scream and resume the regular. We got to the city centre and wanted to get into a club with the bike but what was a no-bueno so the three of us, + the bike, went along to look for a cigarette... BIG MISTAKE!!!! NEEEEVER ask anybody for a cigarette! It's pretty much code for "I want to fight your pussy-lookin ass". So after the fight began, I didnt know what to do so i used my only weapon.... the damn city bike of death lmfao Swung that bitch around my head like fucking king-kong while my friend and his cousin booked it the other way. I hit one of the other dudes and knocked him down and sent him into another dimension lol while his homies were making sure their friend didn't just become retarded, I got onto the bike and rode away as fast as a could. My friend, his cousin, and I met back up and all got back onto the Pimp-o-bike and raged for another couple hours. *I blacked out at this point* Woke up the next morning in an apartment in another city...... yeah... ANOTHER FUCKING CITY. Having went through my fair share of blackouts, I tuned to my snapchat story (oh fuck my drunken snapchat stories). Anyways, there I found out what happened to the city bike. We took it and threw it into a river. My friend and I didnt go to university for the next week because we were so paranoid that the cops were still looking for us. THE END
BTW, sorry about the long story but theres a lot that happened lol
Here's mine:
I study in Poland (think 80+ proof vodka and the only size beer comes in is 500ml, 6% so non of that pussy 335ml bud lights shit) and as a kid who was raised in the US, the drinking age is pretty fucked up and restrictive if you really wanna have some fun. So I'm just chillin at home and my homie hits me up and asks if I'm down to get a beer and says we're going to take it easy this time because we've gotten into some crazy shit like this before, but little did we know that shit was going to get a whole lot worse later that night. I met up with him at the tram stop (I like to think that Poland is built on public transportation which is dope because you never need a car) and he hands me a beer right away. We down one after another and another after that, next thing we know we're meeting up with his cousin (think bald, adidas tracksuit, and a huge gold crucifix chain he got from his great grandfather). I knew from that goddamn moment that this night was going to end badly. We all continue drinking and eventually are so fucked up we start running across the streets and while screaming "kurwa" (originally meaning "fuck" but this word can literally mean anything) and kicking over every trash bin in sight. Next, we take this huge barrier looking thing and place it in the middle of a one-way road out of an apartment complex, needless to say someone at this point called the cops on us. We continue drinking and our drunken mission and notice the cops arrived so we book it. Screaming like fucking idiots and jumping fences, the po-po was no match for us lol 3 miles and one fight later, we ended up in a new part of the city. We bumped into some Spanish Erasmus students and convinced them to rent us a city bike for one hours so we can "get back to our apartment". They agreed and thats when the shit got real. ALL THREE of us packed ourselves on this stupid bike (don't even ask me how) and started to scream and resume the regular. We got to the city centre and wanted to get into a club with the bike but what was a no-bueno so the three of us, + the bike, went along to look for a cigarette... BIG MISTAKE!!!! NEEEEVER ask anybody for a cigarette! It's pretty much code for "I want to fight your pussy-lookin ass". So after the fight began, I didnt know what to do so i used my only weapon.... the damn city bike of death lmfao Swung that bitch around my head like fucking king-kong while my friend and his cousin booked it the other way. I hit one of the other dudes and knocked him down and sent him into another dimension lol while his homies were making sure their friend didn't just become retarded, I got onto the bike and rode away as fast as a could. My friend, his cousin, and I met back up and all got back onto the Pimp-o-bike and raged for another couple hours. *I blacked out at this point* Woke up the next morning in an apartment in another city...... yeah... ANOTHER FUCKING CITY. Having went through my fair share of blackouts, I tuned to my snapchat story (oh fuck my drunken snapchat stories). Anyways, there I found out what happened to the city bike. We took it and threw it into a river. My friend and I didnt go to university for the next week because we were so paranoid that the cops were still looking for us. THE END
