Post: Worst decision you have ever made?
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05-16-2016, 04:38 PM
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Hydrogen
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05-17-2016, 05:49 AM
#3
Kronos
Former Staff
Originally posted by Hydrogen
Well, to me, I used to be raised in a bad community. I wouldn't want to say "Ghetto" so to say, but something like that. Gangs and drugs everywhere, that would be the only attention id ever see in my life. So I went on to joining a gang, not going to name it, but yeah. You learn from your mistakes, and didn't like it. I moved on to continue on in a positive path for my life. Never smoked, but thank god I never did. :p WHat about you guys?
not listening to my parents when they said "Dont do that"
05-17-2016, 08:36 AM
#5
ICS Vortex
Between Light and Lies
05-18-2016, 03:24 AM
#7
Original
League Champion
This is a long, but true story (well worth the read. Its rather embarrassing on my part)
So, I joined the university football (soccer for you Americans) team, and pissed the trials and started training with the first time right away. Our first session was on the Monday, new team with some older (Final year graduates) boys steering the ship. Every Wednesday, we would have our social. We get told at training on the Monday, those who're late for the pre-drinks on Wednesday pay a £2 fine and face punishment. What do I do? Fall asleep after university and wake up a full hour past the meet time that Wednesday.
So, I go to the address, I walk in. My life ended. "FRESHER, YOU'RE LATE", £2 IN THE POT, GET OVER HERE NOW". What follows is a lesson to all. NEVER EVER EVER BE LATE TO SOCIALS.
They put me in the dog cage. Quite literally. They made me eat dog food from a dog bowl and hosed me down whilst I made barking noises with a mouthful of wet dog food (IM GOING OUT WITH THE TEAM IN THESE CLOTHES AFTER FFS!). So after being told I'm a dog, I'm dragged out the cage and put in the centre of a circle of around 24 people. All relatively new faces. I'm shitting it. They bring out a jug. They fill the jug with whatever each person was drinking (Beer, Cider, Whisky, Vodka, Tequila, Sambuca, every fucking alcoholic drink ever). The Captain shouts "EVERYONE PICK AN ITEM TO DUNK". The team all pick up an item to put in this jug. I had from what I can remember (oxo cubes, sawdust, cat food, tuna, a mars bar, marmite, cheese and milk) thrown in on top of the alcohol. There was so much more shit that I can't even remember. Then, then, my fucking elder (You get paired with an elder to "GUIDE YOU THROUGH SOCIALS FOR A MONTH") shouts "CAPTAINS DUNK". Out come his testicles, and they dip straight into the top of the jug, and then the Captain shouts "WE LIKE TO DRINK WITH LIAM, COS LIAM IS OUR MATE"... The lads join in.. The Bin is brought in from outside, they all think its coming straight back up. I take 2/3 mouthfuls max, hold it down and then they chant "WHY WERE YOU BORN SO BEAUTIFUL WHY WERE YOU BORN AT ALL (C*NT), YOU'RE NO FUCKING USE TO ANYONE, YOU'RE NO FUCKING USE AT ALL. NO ONE LIKES YOU, NO ONE LIKES YOU, EHHHHHHHH YOU'RE A C*NT" - This continued until the drink was finished. Now, i can chug a pint, but a jug full of shite like that, It took me 6/7 chugs. To this day I don't have a clue how it all stayed down - I have a video of this if anyone wants to see it
So. I down it. I get a round of applause and a 'big hand' which is them acknowledging I've passed my initiation. I don't drink for the rest of the pre-drinks. The jug killed me. So, we head to the nightclub. All other sports teams go there on a Wednesday, its a huge outing for all the teams in Brighton/Sussex. Plenty of fine bitches. I get out the cab, i'm blind. Can't see fuck all. Literally, my vision was at a maximum 5%. Teammates get me in past the bouncers, no idea how. Now, i never used to believe people when they said "I don't remember what happened last night" but I can swear on my life, I do not have a clue what happened in that club. If you told me I'd stabbed a man in the toilets, I'd have to believe you because I didn't have a chuffing clue.
The next 4/5 hours of my life are still a mystery but on video evidence, it suggests I was attempting high jump inside the club. (Into the VIP Area over the barriers/red rope whilst my teammates done the 'olympic high jump clap' for me).
Getting home? Don't know. Waking up? Well, fuck. I woke up, in my boxer-shorts, under my kitchen table in halls (dorms) with a dildo strapped to each hand and my mouth gagged with a sock and some duct tape. Baring in mind, I'd been in halls less than a month and barely knew my 7 other flatmates well, I can only imagine what they thought when they walked in that morning. I felt like the gimp from Pulp Fiction, but I've always questioned WHERE ON EARTH DID THEY GET ALL THOSE THINGS FROM!
University, you were great. I have countless stories like that, some extremely disgusting. When I got to final year and became Captain of the ship, well, some Fresher's didn't even leave pre-drinks.
Moral of the story?: Don't be late. Ever. To anything. Ever.
So, I joined the university football (soccer for you Americans) team, and pissed the trials and started training with the first time right away. Our first session was on the Monday, new team with some older (Final year graduates) boys steering the ship. Every Wednesday, we would have our social. We get told at training on the Monday, those who're late for the pre-drinks on Wednesday pay a £2 fine and face punishment. What do I do? Fall asleep after university and wake up a full hour past the meet time that Wednesday.
So, I go to the address, I walk in. My life ended. "FRESHER, YOU'RE LATE", £2 IN THE POT, GET OVER HERE NOW". What follows is a lesson to all. NEVER EVER EVER BE LATE TO SOCIALS.
They put me in the dog cage. Quite literally. They made me eat dog food from a dog bowl and hosed me down whilst I made barking noises with a mouthful of wet dog food (IM GOING OUT WITH THE TEAM IN THESE CLOTHES AFTER FFS!). So after being told I'm a dog, I'm dragged out the cage and put in the centre of a circle of around 24 people. All relatively new faces. I'm shitting it. They bring out a jug. They fill the jug with whatever each person was drinking (Beer, Cider, Whisky, Vodka, Tequila, Sambuca, every fucking alcoholic drink ever). The Captain shouts "EVERYONE PICK AN ITEM TO DUNK". The team all pick up an item to put in this jug. I had from what I can remember (oxo cubes, sawdust, cat food, tuna, a mars bar, marmite, cheese and milk) thrown in on top of the alcohol. There was so much more shit that I can't even remember. Then, then, my fucking elder (You get paired with an elder to "GUIDE YOU THROUGH SOCIALS FOR A MONTH") shouts "CAPTAINS DUNK". Out come his testicles, and they dip straight into the top of the jug, and then the Captain shouts "WE LIKE TO DRINK WITH LIAM, COS LIAM IS OUR MATE"... The lads join in.. The Bin is brought in from outside, they all think its coming straight back up. I take 2/3 mouthfuls max, hold it down and then they chant "WHY WERE YOU BORN SO BEAUTIFUL WHY WERE YOU BORN AT ALL (C*NT), YOU'RE NO FUCKING USE TO ANYONE, YOU'RE NO FUCKING USE AT ALL. NO ONE LIKES YOU, NO ONE LIKES YOU, EHHHHHHHH YOU'RE A C*NT" - This continued until the drink was finished. Now, i can chug a pint, but a jug full of shite like that, It took me 6/7 chugs. To this day I don't have a clue how it all stayed down - I have a video of this if anyone wants to see it
So. I down it. I get a round of applause and a 'big hand' which is them acknowledging I've passed my initiation. I don't drink for the rest of the pre-drinks. The jug killed me. So, we head to the nightclub. All other sports teams go there on a Wednesday, its a huge outing for all the teams in Brighton/Sussex. Plenty of fine bitches. I get out the cab, i'm blind. Can't see fuck all. Literally, my vision was at a maximum 5%. Teammates get me in past the bouncers, no idea how. Now, i never used to believe people when they said "I don't remember what happened last night" but I can swear on my life, I do not have a clue what happened in that club. If you told me I'd stabbed a man in the toilets, I'd have to believe you because I didn't have a chuffing clue.
The next 4/5 hours of my life are still a mystery but on video evidence, it suggests I was attempting high jump inside the club. (Into the VIP Area over the barriers/red rope whilst my teammates done the 'olympic high jump clap' for me).
Getting home? Don't know. Waking up? Well, fuck. I woke up, in my boxer-shorts, under my kitchen table in halls (dorms) with a dildo strapped to each hand and my mouth gagged with a sock and some duct tape. Baring in mind, I'd been in halls less than a month and barely knew my 7 other flatmates well, I can only imagine what they thought when they walked in that morning. I felt like the gimp from Pulp Fiction, but I've always questioned WHERE ON EARTH DID THEY GET ALL THOSE THINGS FROM!
University, you were great. I have countless stories like that, some extremely disgusting. When I got to final year and became Captain of the ship, well, some Fresher's didn't even leave pre-drinks.
Moral of the story?: Don't be late. Ever. To anything. Ever.
05-18-2016, 03:43 AM
#9
TheManDavid
Your mother!
Originally posted by Original
This is a long, but true story (well worth the read. Its rather embarrassing on my part)
So, I joined the university football (soccer for you Americans) team, and pissed the trials and started training with the first time right away. Our first session was on the Monday, new team with some older (Final year graduates) boys steering the ship. Every Wednesday, we would have our social. We get told at training on the Monday, those who're late for the pre-drinks on Wednesday pay a £2 fine and face punishment. What do I do? Fall asleep after university and wake up a full hour past the meet time that Wednesday.
So, I go to the address, I walk in. My life ended. "FRESHER, YOU'RE LATE", £2 IN THE POT, GET OVER HERE NOW". What follows is a lesson to all. NEVER EVER EVER BE LATE TO SOCIALS.
They put me in the dog cage. Quite literally. They made me eat dog food from a dog bowl and hosed me down whilst I made barking noises with a mouthful of wet dog food (IM GOING OUT WITH THE TEAM IN THESE CLOTHES AFTER FFS!). So after being told I'm a dog, I'm dragged out the cage and put in the centre of a circle of around 24 people. All relatively new faces. I'm shitting it. They bring out a jug. They fill the jug with whatever each person was drinking (Beer, Cider, Whisky, Vodka, Tequila, Sambuca, every fucking alcoholic drink ever). The Captain shouts "EVERYONE PICK AN ITEM TO DUNK". The team all pick up an item to put in this jug. I had from what I can remember (oxo cubes, sawdust, cat food, tuna, a mars bar, marmite, cheese and milk) thrown in on top of the alcohol. There was so much more shit that I can't even remember. Then, then, my fucking elder (You get paired with an elder to "GUIDE YOU THROUGH SOCIALS FOR A MONTH") shouts "CAPTAINS DUNK". Out come his testicles, and they dip straight into the top of the jug, and then the Captain shouts "WE LIKE TO DRINK WITH LIAM, COS LIAM IS OUR MATE"... The lads join in.. The Bin is brought in from outside, they all think its coming straight back up. I take 2/3 mouthfuls max, hold it down and then they chant "WHY WERE YOU BORN SO BEAUTIFUL WHY WERE YOU BORN AT ALL (C*NT), YOU'RE NO FUCKING USE TO ANYONE, YOU'RE NO FUCKING USE AT ALL. NO ONE LIKES YOU, NO ONE LIKES YOU, EHHHHHHHH YOU'RE A C*NT" - This continued until the drink was finished. Now, i can chug a pint, but a jug full of shite like that, It took me 6/7 chugs. To this day I don't have a clue how it all stayed down - I have a video of this if anyone wants to see it
So. I down it. I get a round of applause and a 'big hand' which is them acknowledging I've passed my initiation. I don't drink for the rest of the pre-drinks. The jug killed me. So, we head to the nightclub. All other sports teams go there on a Wednesday, its a huge outing for all the teams in Brighton/Sussex. Plenty of fine bitches. I get out the cab, i'm blind. Can't see fuck all. Literally, my vision was at a maximum 5%. Teammates get me in past the bouncers, no idea how. Now, i never used to believe people when they said "I don't remember what happened last night" but I can swear on my life, I do not have a clue what happened in that club. If you told me I'd stabbed a man in the toilets, I'd have to believe you because I didn't have a chuffing clue.
The next 4/5 hours of my life are still a mystery but on video evidence, it suggests I was attempting high jump inside the club. (Into the VIP Area over the barriers/red rope whilst my teammates done the 'olympic high jump clap' for me).
Getting home? Don't know. Waking up? Well, fuck. I woke up, in my boxer-shorts, under my kitchen table in halls (dorms) with a dildo strapped to each hand and my mouth gagged with a sock and some duct tape. Baring in mind, I'd been in halls less than a month and barely knew my 7 other flatmates well, I can only imagine what they thought when they walked in that morning. I felt like the gimp from Pulp Fiction, but I've always questioned WHERE ON EARTH DID THEY GET ALL THOSE THINGS FROM!
University, you were great. I have countless stories like that, some extremely disgusting. When I got to final year and became Captain of the ship, well, some Fresher's didn't even leave pre-drinks.
Moral of the story?: Don't be late. Ever. To anything. Ever.
So, I joined the university football (soccer for you Americans) team, and pissed the trials and started training with the first time right away. Our first session was on the Monday, new team with some older (Final year graduates) boys steering the ship. Every Wednesday, we would have our social. We get told at training on the Monday, those who're late for the pre-drinks on Wednesday pay a £2 fine and face punishment. What do I do? Fall asleep after university and wake up a full hour past the meet time that Wednesday.
So, I go to the address, I walk in. My life ended. "FRESHER, YOU'RE LATE", £2 IN THE POT, GET OVER HERE NOW". What follows is a lesson to all. NEVER EVER EVER BE LATE TO SOCIALS.
They put me in the dog cage. Quite literally. They made me eat dog food from a dog bowl and hosed me down whilst I made barking noises with a mouthful of wet dog food (IM GOING OUT WITH THE TEAM IN THESE CLOTHES AFTER FFS!). So after being told I'm a dog, I'm dragged out the cage and put in the centre of a circle of around 24 people. All relatively new faces. I'm shitting it. They bring out a jug. They fill the jug with whatever each person was drinking (Beer, Cider, Whisky, Vodka, Tequila, Sambuca, every fucking alcoholic drink ever). The Captain shouts "EVERYONE PICK AN ITEM TO DUNK". The team all pick up an item to put in this jug. I had from what I can remember (oxo cubes, sawdust, cat food, tuna, a mars bar, marmite, cheese and milk) thrown in on top of the alcohol. There was so much more shit that I can't even remember. Then, then, my fucking elder (You get paired with an elder to "GUIDE YOU THROUGH SOCIALS FOR A MONTH") shouts "CAPTAINS DUNK". Out come his testicles, and they dip straight into the top of the jug, and then the Captain shouts "WE LIKE TO DRINK WITH LIAM, COS LIAM IS OUR MATE"... The lads join in.. The Bin is brought in from outside, they all think its coming straight back up. I take 2/3 mouthfuls max, hold it down and then they chant "WHY WERE YOU BORN SO BEAUTIFUL WHY WERE YOU BORN AT ALL (C*NT), YOU'RE NO FUCKING USE TO ANYONE, YOU'RE NO FUCKING USE AT ALL. NO ONE LIKES YOU, NO ONE LIKES YOU, EHHHHHHHH YOU'RE A C*NT" - This continued until the drink was finished. Now, i can chug a pint, but a jug full of shite like that, It took me 6/7 chugs. To this day I don't have a clue how it all stayed down - I have a video of this if anyone wants to see it
So. I down it. I get a round of applause and a 'big hand' which is them acknowledging I've passed my initiation. I don't drink for the rest of the pre-drinks. The jug killed me. So, we head to the nightclub. All other sports teams go there on a Wednesday, its a huge outing for all the teams in Brighton/Sussex. Plenty of fine bitches. I get out the cab, i'm blind. Can't see fuck all. Literally, my vision was at a maximum 5%. Teammates get me in past the bouncers, no idea how. Now, i never used to believe people when they said "I don't remember what happened last night" but I can swear on my life, I do not have a clue what happened in that club. If you told me I'd stabbed a man in the toilets, I'd have to believe you because I didn't have a chuffing clue.
The next 4/5 hours of my life are still a mystery but on video evidence, it suggests I was attempting high jump inside the club. (Into the VIP Area over the barriers/red rope whilst my teammates done the 'olympic high jump clap' for me).
Getting home? Don't know. Waking up? Well, fuck. I woke up, in my boxer-shorts, under my kitchen table in halls (dorms) with a dildo strapped to each hand and my mouth gagged with a sock and some duct tape. Baring in mind, I'd been in halls less than a month and barely knew my 7 other flatmates well, I can only imagine what they thought when they walked in that morning. I felt like the gimp from Pulp Fiction, but I've always questioned WHERE ON EARTH DID THEY GET ALL THOSE THINGS FROM!
University, you were great. I have countless stories like that, some extremely disgusting. When I got to final year and became Captain of the ship, well, some Fresher's didn't even leave pre-drinks.
Moral of the story?: Don't be late. Ever. To anything. Ever.
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