lmao this makes me severely want to share drinking stories.
You know what, fuck it, this thread is now your favourite drink, and favourite drinking stories!
Oooooooh. This one's easy.
See, I have this scar on my right hand. From a stabbing.
A very, VERY stupid, alcohol-related, absolutely absurd stabbing...
My best pal in the world, he and I were going to see Mudvayne and Sevendust (
Pig Of The Hut Why does no one else love the Dust?
) in Atlantic City where he was living at in like December of '05. When I got to his place, he was a wreck. Apparently, he and his lady had just broken up that morning. So he wanted to drown his sorrows. And I loved booze. So it was done. He got a 30-pack, I got a handle of vodka, and off we went to Oz to see the fucking wizards. And it was amazing. But then we were sober. So we went to some godforsaken abandoned building with our party of fools and drank some more. a LOT more. And we found this street, that I dubbed ECW Street because of how perfectly littered with wrestling related plunder it was. Stop signs, trash cans, singapore canes, crutches, chairs, the works...I'm convinced there had to have been an indy show on that boardwalk and they just never cleaned up, because it was TOO good a pile. So the guys in the group, we all just starte wrecking each other. I smashed my buddy's buddy with a chair, this nerdy kid thwacked me with a tree, one of us got trash can smashed with a cane, it was insane.
Then I get stabbed. We had no idea how. Or so I understood. I had no idea. I was hysterically smashed, so I thought it was the coolest thing ever. They ripped off a piece of my shirt and tourniquetted my hand, I bled all over the city, found a hot dog in my Doritos, terrified a stripper who refused to strip (she might not have been a stripper....), but remembering all of that, I couldn't remember how I'd gotten stabbed.
Years, YEARS down the road, best pal finds out...it took him 6 minutes to tell me because he was in between laughing like a lunatic and bracing for me to strike him. It turns out he'd been told by one of the only sober people who'd been in that group that I'd collapsed on the sidewalk and, while talking to the sky and giggling like a schoolgirl, best pal decided to pull out his knife and play that between the fingers knife blade game with my outstretched hand, and when I looked and saw, I panicked and swung and accidently clipped myself with his knife, which is why the would itself looked more like a deep slash than a blatant stab.
...I stabbed myself on someone else's knife -_-.
