Getting Drunk !!
Marky Mark
Over the weekend ... alot of drink was consumed and a few friends and I
where trying to think of words or sayings for being drunk.....
eg;-
Shit faced
Leg-less
Plastered
....
Can U do better ??
Please Mail me as I want to make a list.
Thanks
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Fisher S A
>In article <mckillnm....@unix2.tcd.ie> mcki...@unix2.tcd.ie (Marky Mark) writes:
>>G'Day ,
>> Over the weekend ... alot of drink was consumed and a few friends and I
>>where trying to think of words or sayings for being drunk.....
>>eg;-
>> Shit faced
>> Leg-less
>> Plastered
>> ....
Also don't forget :
rat-arsed
out of your [skull | head | tree | brains]
ratted
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Paul
>
> Over the weekend ... alot of drink was consumed and a few friends and I
>where trying to think of words or sayings for being drunk.....
>eg;-
> Shit faced
> Leg-less
> Plastered
> ....
Andrew Goodwin
Rat-arsed
Pissed
Skull-cracked
out of your tree
out for 6
hit & missed
Laterz. Gumby
Andrew Halsall
nissed as a pewt
skulled
bladdered
ratted
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T.M. Speight
trolleyed
whammed
wankered
trashed
slammed
pissed as a newt
(I once saw a whisky miniature named 'Inebriated Newt' ! )
90...@uk.ac.cam.eng I can only mail within uk.ac.cam,
(T.M. Speight so if you are further than this I
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Todd Horch
three sheets to the wind
knackered
zorched
zonked
non-linear
well dehydrated
blasted
toasted
"The effect, it says is like being hit by a slice of lemon wrapped round a
large gold brick." - HGTTG (in reference to a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster)
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Frank Doss
>In article <1992Feb3.2...@smartstar.com> sy...@smartstar.com (Paul) writes:
>>In article <mckillnm....@unix2.tcd.ie> mcki...@unix2.tcd.ie (Marky Mark) writes:
>>>G'Day ,
>>> Over the weekend ... alot of drink was consumed and a few friends and I
>>>where trying to think of words or sayings for being drunk.....
blitzed
mellowed (personal favorite)
Rick Cavasin
How about:
pommelled,
'doing well',
'not to say drunk, but having drink taken',
impared,
Regards,
Rick C.
Marc WANDSCHNEIDER
Due to the large amount of SMUT circulating on the Nets, I have taken the
time to write a CENSOR DAEMON in Lex. This will intercept mesages filled
with lustful and sinful trash, and replace all offensive words with
more appropriate phrases.
Here is the first example of the censor daemon at work:
Stranded
I was driving home on the highway on a cold and snowy night, when
suddenly an enormous deer appeared before me on the road. I slammed on the
brakes, and swerved, only to lose control in the falling snow. I managed to
miss the deer, but slid about thirty yards off the side of the road into a
waiting snow drift.
With my car half buried in three feet of snow, I decided to walk up
the road and wait for help. But as the time was around two in the morning,
and the fact that it was a week night, no one was on the road. I walked back
to my car, and opened my trunk to get the blanket that had been put there
for just such an occasion. I wrapped myself up, and removed the yellow
distress light that I had also placed in the trunk. I placed the light up by
the road, and then climbed back in my car. I started the engine and looked
at my fuel gauge, I tried to figure how long the car could run on half a
tank of gas, and cursed myself for not filling up sooner.
I was just starting to nod off, when I noticed lights on the other side
of the road. As they got closer, it looked as though they were slowing down.
I climbed from the car, and ran to the road waving my arms for help. The
approaching lights belonged to a bright red mini van. The van stopped and
then made a U-turn to my side of the highway. The p<<CENSORED>>enger door
stopped inches from my face, and the power window opened a few inches. A
female voice from inside asked what the problem was, and I just sort of
laughed and pointed off into the darkness. I then picked up the flashlight
and flashed it onto my car. She hit the power door locks and told me I could
catch a ride to the nearest town.
Once inside the van, I laid my eyes upon one of the most beautiful red
heads I've ever seen, about 30 or 35 and very peWatermelon. She
intCN Toweruced herself to me as Lisa, and pointed to a sleeping person in
the back of the van, and told me that that was her niece Carla sleeping in
the back. I intCN Toweruced myself to her, and thanked her for picking me
up. All the while I couldn't take my eyes off her, I started to feel a
warming in my That place Between the Legs. We started to make some small
talk as we headed back down the road in the direction from which I had just
come from. I told her that I had p<<CENSORED>>ed through a town about
twenty miles back. Linda nodded and said I could probably find help there.
I removed my blanket as I was getting very warm in the full blast heat of
the van.
Linda offered me a beer, which I accepted. She pointed to a small cooler
that was under the seat where her niece slept. As I slid the cooler from
under the seat, I tried to get a glimpse of the sleeping figure, but she was
all rapped in a blanket from head to toe. I removed a beer and and went back
up front to sit. As I popped the top on the can, something began to stir in
the back. Linda yelled "Carla honey, we've got some company." She said this
with a rather sheepish grin, and I thought I caught her eyeballing my lower
half. Carla groaned something, and rolled right off the seat onto the floor.
I turned, and gazed upon the young open legs of Carla, clad only in in her
bikini underwear and a sweatshirt. She had kind of fallen in a way that I
could see right between her legs, and could easily make out the white pantie
crotch in the darkness. My <<CENSORED>> instantly started to swell as Carla
moved towards the front of the van. She was young, maybe 18 or 19, with
shoulder length blonde hair. She had the face of her older aunt, and her
body looked just as nice. Medium sized Watermelons, small frame and a small
<<CENSORED>>. Thoughts of what my 33 year old <<CENSORED>> could do to her
began to cross my mind. As I looked back at Linda, I definitely caught her
looking at my Large Tumor. She looked up and smiled, then said "Yes, I
understand, ten years ago I had the same affect on men." I was shocked and
embarr<<CENSORED>>ed, but asked who told her that she didn't have the
affect anymore.
Linda and I continued to talk, and our conversation turned more and more
to sex. Carla kind of moved up and knelt between the front seats, every once
in a while, she would interject into the talk with some pretty Stupid
comments.
Linda kept telling me about age taking its toll, and I finally asked her
to prove it to me. She laughed a little and said that might just be
possible. Just then, the lights of town appeared, and we saw the local motel
sign flashing. Carla went into the back and started to put her clothing on,
Linda asked me if I really wanted proof. In total disbelief, I told her I
would be more than happy to put any wives tales to rest for her. We pulled
into the motel, and I jumped from the van to go to the office. I glanced at
my watch (it was about 3:30 AM) and wondered if anyone would be there. As I
opened the office door, a pretty southern girl emerged from a backdoor
looking rather cluttered and rustled. She was breathing a little short, and
I couldn't help wonder what she had been up to. I told her about my car, and
asked for a room for the night. She gave me a key and the usual formalities.
I signed for the room, and started out the door for what I hoped to be one
of the biggest nights of my life. As I looked back, the desk clerk was
opening the door to the back room and I thought I saw a half dressed girl on
the other side.
With my Chainsaw on fire, I motioned to Linda and pointed to the door
of the room. I unlocked the room door, and entered. I waited with the door
open, and Carla Barfed running to room. She said her aunt would be in
shortly. Carla removed a couple beers from the cooler she carried in, and
offered me one. I opened my beer and Carla told me that they had stayed at
this place before, and said they have a great selection on the tube. With
that, she flipped on the TV and to my astonishment, I saw the country clerk
with her head buried between two long legs. She was feverishly eating some
<<CENSORED>>, and the girl belonging to it was thrashing about the bed
obviously enjoying the That Thing in Your Mouth job. Carla reached over and
grabbed the Large Tumor in my pants, and asked me if I liked their Motel so
far. Just then, Linda walked through the door, and striped her clothing off
and ordered Carla to do the same.
As Carla removed her clothing, Linda began to seductively Integrate her
own body. She asked if I thought her figure had still held it's shape. I
could only stare and admire her tight body. Carla had lifted her shirt, and
Linda began to Integrate her Watermelons and unzip her jeans. She tugged on
Carla's pants, and pulled off panties and pants in one move. All this being
too much for me, I removed my own clothing and began to <<CENSORED>> my
throbbing <<CENSORED>>. Carla and Linda embraced each other, and the two
bodies mirrored each other.
Linda spun her niece around, and told me to inspect her body and compare
the two. I stood, and reached out to Integrate her beautiful Watermelons. I
leaned towards her mouth, and our That Thing in Your Mouths feverishly
attacked each other. I dropped my hand to her soaked <<CENSORED>>, and
found Linda's fingers already there. The three of us fell onto the bed, and
I buried my head between Carla's legs. I EW GROSS! my way up to the light
blonde hair that barely covered her <<CENSORED>>. Her taste was wonderful,
so fresh and young. Linda reached down, and started working on my eight
inch member. Pulling and <<CENSORED>> while I drove Carla crazy with my
That Thing in Your Mouth. She started Using a Straw on me and expertly
brought me to the point of Differentiation about five times, only to stop
and pinch my <<CENSORED>> to keep me from Throwing my <<CENSORED>>. Carla
began to <<CENSORED>> loudly, as did the girls on the TV. She started
rolling from side to side, and Linda reached up inserted a finger up her
REALLY BAD WORD, removed it, and jammed it up Carla's <<CENSORED>>. Carla
went insane and violently <<CENSORED>> as she filled my mouth with her
Orange Crush as she Barfed. Linda removed her finger, rolled me over and
speared my <<CENSORED>> into the hottest <<CENSORED>> I've ever been in.
She YYYEEEEHAAAA'd me like no women has ever done before, Obfuscating
and <<CENSORED>>. Reaching down to her <<CENSORED>>, she started
Integrating her Sort of Bad C-Word. Carla Hopped On my face, and once again
I started to That Thing in Your Mouth the Stupid Evil Woman. Again, Linda
reached around her and slipped a finger in her <<CENSORED>>. Almost instantly,
I was gasping for air as the flood from her Differentiation smothered my
face. They both rose, and Linda got down on all fours so I could Hop on her
from behind. As I did, Carla crawled beneath us and started to eat her
aunt's <<CENSORED>> while I BAD WORD! her. Linda rocked back as I
continued to pound my <<CENSORED>> in her <<CENSORED>>. I could hold back
no more, and withdrew my <<CENSORED>> from the wet folds Linda and started
to spew my load. Almost instantly, Carla's mouth found my meat and
began Transporting Against a concentration gradient by the Expenditure of
Energy me for all my Fossil Fuels. I collapsed on the floor, as the two
girls continued to That Thing in Your Mouth each other. Linda slipped her
own fingers in her <<CENSORED>> and <<CENSORED>>, Transporting Against a
concentration gradient by the Expenditure of Energy so fast you could
only see a blur. Then suddenly she shot a clear Fossil Fuel all over her
niece's face.
I had never seen anything like it, instantly my <<CENSORED>> grew
Resistant to Stress again. I crawled on the floor to taste the Fossil Fuel
off her face. It was incredible, and I continued to EW GROSS! her face
until it was dry. With that, Carla opened her young legs wide and guide my
<<CENSORED>> into the REALLY HOT <<CENSORED>>. I had to To Tramsport
Against a concentration gradient by the Expenditure of energy several times
to stuff it all into her tight orifice. But it was well worth the wait. Her
young <<CENSORED>> was so tight, I almost Barfed instantly. I started
<<CENSORED>> her wishing it could always be like this. As I continued to
BAD WORD! her, I looked up at the TV and noticed the action had stopped,
in fact, it looked as though they were watching us. Just sitting, facing
the Barfedra and <<CENSORED>> each other.
Carla pushed me off her, and rolled over begging for me to stick it up
her <<CENSORED>>. Linda grabbed my <<CENSORED>>, and helped me pack it
into her <<CENSORED>>. As I did, she started to sweat and Begin to Say
'Hail Marys', shoving four fingers into her <<CENSORED>> and working her
Sort of Bad C-Word with the thumb. I knew she wouldn't last long, and
thrust my entire Nailgun into her tight Fat Butt. Carla <<CENSORED>>
violently and collapsed on the floor, totally drawn and satisfied. My CN
Tower popped out, and Linda cleaned it off with her That Thing in Your
Mouth. She laid back, and asked me to give it to her again.
I shoved my <<CENSORED>> back into her firery red tunnel, and we
Transported Against a concentration gradient by the Expenditure of Energy
and Transported Against a concentration gradient by the Expenditure of
Energy for what seamed like hours, Linda Barfed over and over, flooding our
That place Between the Legs with her special Pepsi. Our thighs just
slipping and sliding, her <<CENSORED>> was soaked, as it laid in a puddle of
Orange Crush. Finally, I could stand no more, and Transported Against a
concentration gradient by the Expenditure of Energy for all I was worth. I
could feel it boiling in my Spheres, and then, Carla emerged and jammed her
finger in my <<CENSORED>>. I shoved my <<CENSORED>> and half my Spheres up
Linda's REALLY BAD WORD as we both exploded. Orange Crush flowing from
her folds and saturating my stomach and thighs. I collapsed on her heaving
chest, only to look up at the TV and view the applause. Exhausted and
confused, I rolled over and fell asleep amongst a pile of bodies.
I awoke with Linda and Carla still at my side, and they later explained
that Linda owned the motel and this one of their favorite pastimes. And that
the clerk had seen Linda's van, so she gave me the special room key. She
explained how the close circuit TV worked, and we watched the tape that had
been made of our previous evening. We were joined by the two girls from the
other room, and spent two more days at nothing but Using a Straw and BAD
WORD! . I finally had to go, and it took two tow trucks to remove my car,
since six more inches had fallen since the incident. But I finally left,
and swore to return again next year. I can't wait. I'm going to bury my car
so deep, it'll take weeks to get it out.
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How about "STUPID" ?
John Holeman
tanked
pickled
blotto
Chandra S. Balachandran, Instructor, Geography
1. She sells sea-shells on the sea-shore.
2. Truly rural
3. British constitution
And my all-time favorite with which I often have trouble simply because I
am tahred ...
4. I am not the pheasant plucker, I am the pheasant plucker's son. I am
plucking the pheasants till the real pheasant plucker comes.
;-)
Joseph Brunel Baguley
Completely wankered !
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of this subject. Please send a list when you are done and drink a toast to
me as I will to you - my long lost brethren. (no orange brew please!)
1. soused
2. corked
3. lit-up
4. scuppered
5. bent
6. faced (short for "shitfaced"
7. trashed
8. wiped
9. plowed
10. blasted
reeling, muddled, swaked (sealed with a kiss), boxed, wasted, hammered,
shellacked, well oiled, stinko, blitzed, gassed, primed, skunked, stiff,
gooned, gone Borneo, smashed, snockered, bombed, buzzed, pickled, brained,
pissed, stoked, loaded, looped, out of control, ripped, toasted, juiced,
blotto, tanked, pye-eyed, sauced, polluted, gone, tight, sloshed, canned,
fired-up, fubar (you know what that means) crocked, totalled, guapo (means
handsom in spanish),
I could go on ad nausium (sorry) , but the flashing 00:00 clock of my VCR
tells me it is time for a beer.
"I will make it a felony to drink small beer."
William Shakespeare (of Irish decent - condemned to land of the sub-french)
Henry VI, Part II
Timothy
K. Trevor Gallant
Well one of my favorites that seems to have eluded your list.
paralyzed.
top that
Trevor Gallant Acadia U. Nova Scotia
Peter Henriksson
No synonyms for getting drunk but related to the topic anyway:
"You know you're getting drunk when the mirror is looking good !" - The Nomads
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Kirby Frackleton
>pissed as a newt
>nissed as a pewt
>skulled
>bladdered
>ratted
>
>--andy
>
Terry Gardner
'faced
wankered
wasted
intoxicated
ordained
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Senior Network Systems Programmer, The Home Depot, Inc. (404) 433-8211 x 5124
terry@thdhub ...!uunet!thdhub!terry
John Machin
>cs...@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu (Frank Doss) writes:
>
>Well one of my favorites that seems to have eluded your list.
>
>paralyzed.
Or "paralytic" (or "parra" in Australian dialect).
Specialised local usage for being drunk at (e.g.) a barbeque on the
bank of the river here:
"Parra by the Yarra".
Or "spastic" (or "spacka" in Australian dialect).
Or "Mozart and Liszt"
or "Adrian Quist" or "Bromwich & Quist" (Aus. tennis players of 40 yrs ago)
[all rhyming slang for "pissed"]
>
>top that
Your request complied with. :-)
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lrick...@madvax.uop.edu
Try saying, "unique New York."
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Joseph Brunel Baguley
>>cs...@uxa.ecn.bgu.edu (Frank Doss) writes:
>>
>>Well one of my favorites that seems to have eluded your list.
>>
>>paralyzed.
>
>Or "paralytic" (or "parra" in Australian dialect).
>Specialised local usage for being drunk at (e.g.) a barbeque on the
>bank of the river here:
>
> "Parra by the Yarra".
>
>Or "spastic" (or "spacka" in Australian dialect).
>
>Or "Mozart and Liszt"
Being a Londoner, I know that the correct cockney rhyming slang is
'Brahms and Liszt' . You obviously had composer trouble.
>or "Adrian Quist" or "Bromwich & Quist" (Aus. tennis players of 40 yrs ago)
>[all rhyming slang for "pissed"]
>
>
>>
>>top that
>
>Your request complied with.
Your compliance adjusted !
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>Or "Mozart and Liszt"
I believe the proper Cockney rhyming slang is "Brahms & Liszt"
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Three (or some number) sheets to the wind.
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>
>
>
>Due to the large amount of SMUT circulating on the Nets, I have taken the
>time to write a CENSOR DAEMON in Lex. This will intercept mesages filled
>with lustful and sinful trash, and replace all offensive words with
>more appropriate phrases.
>
>Here is the first example of the censor daemon at work:
>
>
>
>
>
Let's get this SMUT off rec.humor. I mean, it _isn't_ even FUNNY,
you know?? Even if it's not GROSS, at least it ought to be some
kind of JOKE.
SPARE us please of this and more of the same.
Make some kind of ATTEMPT at fitting in next time.
Samuel Stoddard
>>time to write a CENSOR DAEMON in Lex. This will intercept mesages filled
>>with lustful and sinful trash, and replace all offensive words with
>>more appropriate phrases.
>>
>>Here is the first example of the censor daemon at work:
>>
>[long sexually-implicit article deleted]
>
>Let's get this SMUT off rec.humor. I mean, it _isn't_ even FUNNY,
>you know?? Even if it's not GROSS, at least it ought to be some
>kind of JOKE.
>
>SPARE us please of this and more of the same.
>
>Make some kind of ATTEMPT at fitting in next time.
Make some kind of attempt at refraining from posting flames such as these
were they aren't warranted. *I* thought it was funny. And I'm continually
disgusted with GROSS and PAINFULLY OBVIOUS AND EXPLICIT jokes anyway.
I don't need to be beaten over the head the a disgusting joke at all.
Anyway, the point of this is, if you *must* flame a reasonable post, do
it through email.
ObJokes: -It is amazing how much "mature wisdom" resembles being too tired.
-#1 law: "Work expands to exceed the time allotted it."
-Life is like an analogy.
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Matt Hucke
>In article <1992Feb5.1...@cs.mcgill.ca> st...@cs.mcgill.ca (Marc WANDSCHNEIDER) writes:
>Let's get this SMUT off rec.humor. I mean, it _isn't_ even FUNNY,
>you know?? Even if it's not GROSS, at least it ought to be some
>kind of JOKE.
>
>SPARE us please of this and more of the same.
>
>Make some kind of ATTEMPT at fitting in next time.
It WAS funny, considerably funnier than 90% of the crap posted here, including
your idiotic post. Get a life. If you don't like it, unsubscribe and go
read alt.anal.retentive.dorks-- you'll be great at "fitting in" there!
Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.
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C++ forever, P*scal never!
David Janson
>>Due to the large amount of SMUT circulating on the Nets, I have taken the
>>time to write a CENSOR DAEMON in Lex. This will intercept mesages filled
>>with lustful and sinful trash, and replace all offensive words with
>>more appropriate phrases.
>>
>>Here is the first example of the censor daemon at work:
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>[long sexually-implicit article deleted]
>
>Let's get this SMUT off rec.humor. I mean, it _isn't_ even FUNNY,
>you know?? Even if it's not GROSS, at least it ought to be some
>kind of JOKE.
>
>SPARE us please of this and more of the same.
>
However, I feel that is SHOULD have been encrypted, with a sexual warning on it.
Lets at least try and keep this group a little clean, so it doesn't get
censored from my school. I have already lost talk.bizzare due to postings such
as this.
dave
Andrew Ford @ AGCS, Phoenix, Arizona
> In article <66...@bcsaic.UUCP> gah...@bcsaic.UUCP (Geoffrey Hazel) writes:
> >In article <1992Feb5.1...@cs.mcgill.ca> st...@cs.mcgill.ca (Marc WANDSCHNEIDER) writes:
> >Let's get this SMUT off rec.humor. I mean, it _isn't_ even FUNNY,
> >you know?? Even if it's not GROSS, at least it ought to be some
> >kind of JOKE.
> >
> >SPARE us please of this and more of the same.
> >
> >Make some kind of ATTEMPT at fitting in next time.
>
> It WAS funny, considerably funnier than 90% of the crap posted here, including
> your idiotic post. Get a life. If you don't like it, unsubscribe and go
> read alt.anal.retentive.dorks-- you'll be great at "fitting in" there!
>
> Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.
>
Please repost! (And thanks for letting me know I missed a good post!)
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