Bacardi 151

Eggwhites · Fri May 21, 2010 5:10 pm

Ok so everybody here probably already go really fucked up one night, didnt know what the hell was going on and all that drunkass good stuff.

Now my story is a lil bit different. Don't get me wrong thou because I got really F*CKING drunk that night but yeah just you guys wait.

It's my buddy birthday, name's Ilya (some russian motherfucker i went to school with.) I said to him if he wanted he could use my place to throw his party and why not but he needed to bring me my damn Bacardi 151 (I'm from Brazil, decided to come here to study and all that. My parents pay for everything and i live by myself.) I also told him that if he wanted he could bring as many people as he wanted.

All that passed. On the day of the party i left my balcony door open so everyone could get in. I come back from work around 10-ish and i see all this people smoking hookah and playing beer pong and i thought "ok so nobody i guess this is going to be a rather good night." Haha boy I was so damn wrong. I told him Happy Birthday and gave him his present and he gave me my Bacardi ( idk if everyone here knows this but that bitch have 78% alcohol in it, its pretty much drinking rubbing alcohol.) so me and a couple friends start taking shots of that shit and all. Everybody is having a good time and everyone is happy. I sat on my couch got my bacardi bottle and my 2 liter coke, sat'em both near me and just started drinking it. Well, from this point is not what i remember but what my friends told me what happened.

Basically i left about a inch of the Bacardi on the bottle. They said i chugged that bitch whole and said they've never seen me that drunk before. Well, what the F*CK you expect after chuggin 78% of alcohol down your throat. The party went on and they had to take away the bottle and im thinking "I was almost done with that thing why didnt you let me finished it?" (lmao.)

Well to make this a lil bit short. I passed out on my bed, woke up 2 days later. One of my friends broke in to my house to see how i was because i wasnt picking up the phone. I had pissed my bed to a point where that mattress couldnt take no more but the thing that i thought weird was that i didnt throw up at all. Well, he called 911 and cops, firefighter and ambulances got to my house, the only thing i thought was "DAAAAAAAAAMN SON". Went to the E.R. and decided to make their clean sparkling floor a F*CKING mess and throw up there ( yes i am proud of that LOL. ) (not really.)

The doc there said that i had 3.8% of alcohol on my blood. And for all you that dont know you can die if you get 4%. (SO YEAH MOTHERFUCKER IM SUPERMAN BITCH! lol. no.) My left knee and foot woudnt move at all too.

And so u guys can have an idea of how i am. Im 6ft tall and weight arounf 250.

Well in the end of that I had to pay 500 for the E.R. plus 800 for the carpet replacement (burn marks, puke stains and wine stains). And hear all this bullshit from my parents on a international call.

Well thats my story. PEACE.

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