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What The Fuck Is This Website About?


This website is dedicated to a variety of drunken tales I have had the pleasure of experiencing during my years on this earth. These are true stories about me getting completely and utterly wasted followed by the hilarious, odd, outright disturbing adventures that I somehow manage to find myself in. These tales were not spiced up, I didn't add any extra details or make things up to give the illusion these events are more than what they actually are.

Welcome to my world of being a complete drunken idiot.


The Stories

9Feb/10Off

The Cancun Chronicles I

A few years ago, the fellas and I organized a trip to Cancun. Somehow we managed to get 8 of us, despite work and educational commitments, to fly out to Mexico together and embark on a heavy drinking extravaganza for an entire week. Among the eight were The Real Deal, DMilz, Dimsum, CG13, the Ukraine, NardStar, MCF and myself. We booked rooms at the Oasis Cancun which was rumoured to be the shit-show destination for savage drunks and all around depraved behaviour. We pretty much got destroyed every night but only a few of the stories will be showcased here for reasons I refuse to discuss. It's a miracle I remember anything at all after the mental and physical abuse I put my body and brain cells through. This episode happened about halfway through the trip.
 

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9Feb/10Off

The Cancun Chronicles II

After a full week of complete and utter disregard for our personal health, questionable hygiene and the never-ending battle with the locals and their need to be tipped for simply letting us breathe, our trip was coming to an end. It was the last day of freedom and we were all pretty wrecked so we just lounged around the beach/pool, taking it easy and avoiding getting hammered since we had to be up pretty early to catch our bus to the airport the next morning. We had a nice supper, with limited beer, followed by casual drinks at the Sports Bar in the evening. Everything was going well, no one was drunk, it looked like we may actually have pulled off our plan of intermediate sobriety. Then, for reasons that remain unclear to me, I made an abrupt u-turn in any logical thought and began a torrid drinking pace which ended poorly for everyone involved.
 

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