Stupid stuff you've done on a night out with the lads

[houston]

my mates stag in barcelona, theres a club down near the waters edge, at about 6am when we left i thought it would be a good idea to jump in the harbour, only after i jumped did i realise it was filled with dead fish and smelt like a swamp, and i cut my leg on the wood getting out, then realised it was about 12 ft to the pavement and i couldnt reach, so had to jump back in the stinking water and swim to the beach, not nice but my mates were creased, swimming through dead fish and my own vomit.

weirdly enough it was the only walk up the road where the prostitutes DIDNT harrass me, lol

theres still one night where me and my mate woke up in a house in gateshead, about 10 mile from where we were drinking, neither of us know how we got there even to this day!

[Misky]

Went to a wedding party in a polish club. I was only 18 and took a hot date with me. Was a little shakey so had a few pints to help me calm down.  Thinking i was the doggs bollocks as im quater polish i thought it was a good idea when on home turf to get trollied and show the lads and this hot date how its done.  6 pints of strong bow and 3/4 bottle of jack daniels (straight)  I found myself throwing up behind the buffet table, knocked the wedding cake off.  Fell down the concrete steps out side told the girl who came with me she was a dog and its her fault im in this mess, I woke up in hospital with drips in me, pulled them out staggered off home. Had to appologise to a lot of people.

Still cant drink Jd to this day! Bleurrghhhh!

[bigstring]

Sounds like a normal night out to me 

many years ago... got absolutely paralytic in a club in spain.. passed out in the bogs in my own vomit

mate woke me up... said 'we're going home', saw another mate on the way out with a bird, walked up to him and I blew the definite shag he was up for when she asked 'is he with you?' pointing at me and then walking off in disgust.. he wasn't happy 

threw up in the gutter, a lot

threw up over a taxi while my mates were insisting that I was sober enough for a taxi home, got refused a lift home

woke up on a large rock down by the beach when the sun came up over the mountains... took a sh!t behind a rock...  felt a bit rough so wondered into town for some munch.. nowhere was open so a bench looked preferable to a hot rock on the beach and camped down on that

slept on that like a baby until about 10am when a policeman woke me up and loads of people were milling about, i didn't smell very nice

had a wash using the public drinking fountain in the town centre

went for a beer 

nothing spectacular and pretty standard for a night out

[bigstring]

That is nasty!

my mates stag in barcelona, theres a club down near the waters edge, at about 6am when we left i thought it would be a good idea to jump in the harbour, only after i jumped did i realise it was filled with dead fish and smelt like a swamp, and i cut my leg on the wood getting out, then realised it was about 12 ft to the pavement and i couldnt reach, so had to jump back in the stinking water and swim to the beach, not nice but my mates were creased, swimming through dead fish and my own vomit.

weirdly enough it was the only walk up the road where the prostitutes DIDNT harrass me, lol

theres still one night where me and my mate woke up in a house in gateshead, about 10 mile from where we were drinking, neither of us know how we got there even to this day!

[houston]

That is nasty!

my mates stag in barcelona, theres a club down near the waters edge, at about 6am when we left i thought it would be a good idea to jump in the harbour, only after i jumped did i realise it was filled with dead fish and smelt like a swamp, and i cut my leg on the wood getting out, then realised it was about 12 ft to the pavement and i couldnt reach, so had to jump back in the stinking water and swim to the beach, not nice but my mates were creased, swimming through dead fish and my own vomit.

weirdly enough it was the only walk up the road where the prostitutes DIDNT harrass me, lol

theres still one night where me and my mate woke up in a house in gateshead, about 10 mile from where we were drinking, neither of us know how we got there even to this day!

haha, and that is my nickname "nasty"

[Gavv8]

On my little brothers stag weekend in Dublin a few years ago, my younger brother got in the lift in the hotel seriously pi**ed then couldn't understand how he could hear the doors opening but they were still closed , didn't realise it was a 2 way lift and the doors were opening behind him, next day he fell asleep in a exhibit at the guinness storehouse

[tg1]

spent 2 days in amsterdam on my stag do.

didn't see a single hooker even though apartment was in red light district. 

that said i remember leaving england and arriving back in bristol and thats it tbh

most of other nights out worth shouting about will involve sentancing if i posted on here