Thread title at first glance made me think of this song:

MY DICK - MICKEY AVALON - Music Video - featuring Andre Legacy & Dirt Nasty - YouTube

Haha! Many a time, many a time!

Tell me about it! Infact, I would say that to be any older than me would be grounds to just give it up. Thats it man, life over. :p:

I've woken up the next morning to find I was still drunk too. It's a bizarre feeling. It is, however, much better than the experience of drinking (usually starting early) and for whatever reason, towards the end of the evening, slowing down or stopping and the hangover kicking in before you've gone to sleep.

Hell, man. I've gone to work at 4 in the afternoon (that's 16:00 for you military/European types) still drunk a few times. Not my proudest moments, but I did laugh a lot. Although my head was in agony.

Just got back from London after watching the Queen's Diamond jubilee - I've no idea why we as a country will give up our weekend and double bank holiday to head to London in the pouring rain to hope to get a glimpse of the Queen!
Well anyway, my family's boat was in the pageant, but we actually broke down halfway and had to bail out, which was awful. However, because we were in it we were went up onto Tower Bridge which was closed to the public, and we got a great view of President's wharf, and of course were very close to the royal family when they passed by underneath us. And then it started to rain! And sadly when they were in sight of my camera, the rain was really fogging it up so the pictures weren't that good. I was still really pleased because we were on one of the best spots in London for watching it, we were in it for a bit and we've got ourselves nice and wet!

what you should have really done was blast The Sex Pistols' "God Save The Queen" loudly from the boat

Waking up still drunk happens to me pretty much every time I drink :laughing: my room is situated at an awkward angle from the toilet and its a mission getting there without staggering into something.

That's why it's good to be a dude. Bottles are your friend. Kidding...mostly. ;)

Something about all Scottish bedrooms... My cousin's bedroom in our Fernigair house is basically the loft of a barn, and when I come around he makes another bed by stinging up a hammock between two rafters... and of course there's no real floor either, just some planks are safe to walk on. Well anyway, last year we were having a good Glenfiddich whisky session, and at about 2 AM when he was sleeping like a baby I tried to go to the toilet but it was such a bloody obstacle course it took me about half an hour to get out of the room.

All I got from that was that you were having gay incest with your cousin in a hammock in his barn. Don't worry, I'm from the South, I don't judge. ;)