Me and my buddy were chilling hard, roaming the streets, knocking back beers like there was no tomorrow. We linked up with some chicks, cruised around, and they dropped us off at my mate’s crib before bailing. Already half-wasted, we staggered into a dive bar that stays open till 3 a.m. for a serious top-up. Round after round, the bottles kept coming, and we were flying high—until everything went pitch black.

Next thing I know, I’m waking up at noon in some random-ass apartment, body aching like I’ve been hit by a truck, jaw swollen to hell. We grill the people there about what the fuck went down last night. Turns out, as the night was winding down, a pack of grizzled dudes over 40 rolled into the bar and started talking smack. Me and my boy, not ones to back down, challenged them to throw down with some sambo moves—y’know, we’re athletes, right? So, it’s a 3-on-2 brawl in the grass outside.

The damage? My jaw’s busted, and my buddy’s got a nasty arm fracture with displacement. Moral of the story, folks—lay off the booze, or you’ll end up a damn mess like us.
#drunkstories #brawl #epicfail #hangoverhell

My old man, hammered out of his mind, decided to take a leak right into the fridge. When I asked him, "What the hell were you thinking?!" he slurred, "Ain’t been no rain for ages, son. Them tomatoes in there were gonna shrivel up—had to water ‘em, didn’t I?" 😂
#drunkstories #wtf #familycrazy #epicfail

My buddy once got so hammered that he barfed right into his vodka glass—and then, without a second thought, chugged it down like a savage.

Another wild story with this legend happened when we rented a house for a night. Upstairs, there was a hot tub, and the four of us piled in, vibing hard, already buzzed out of our minds.
Out of nowhere, this dude just hurls—straight onto some poor guy’s back. No one gave a damn, though. The guy rinsed off under the shower, we drained the nasty water from the tub, and kept the party raging.
Come morning, the hot tub was a freaking horror show. All the junk he’d been scarfing down with his booze was caked and dried onto the sides. And the stench? Holy hell, it was something outta nightmares—indescribable filth.
#drunkstories #wtf #partygonewrong #epicfail

Day 25. Got a tale about an old buddy of mine that’ll make you cringe and cackle. A bunch of us got together for a “classy” night of boozing—or, well, not so classy. Next morning, this absolute legend wakes up with a blank slate, no clue what went down. Turns out, the madman had been rolling around in God-knows-where, caked in filth, and the apartment? It reeked like a goddamn sewer. Why, you ask?

In the dead of night, half-asleep and still smashed, this genius felt nature’s call—the big one. In his drunken stupor, he somehow mistook a fancy-ass, top-dollar gaming chair (belonging to the host, no less) for the damn toilet. Yeah, he did his dirty deed right there, dumped a load on that poor chair, then just stumbled back to crash. Come morning, the horror show was revealed: shit was literally dripping down his legs, smeared across the bed, the floor, everywhere. It was a complete and utter shitstorm, folks. Absolute insanity! 🤣
#epicfail #drunkstories #wtf #shithappens