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I woke up at four or five in the afternoon and saw several colleagues' missed calls. After answering the phone, the whole person was shocked. It turned out that after unconsciously drinking too much last night, a person fell asleep on the balcony sofa. After everyone finished eating, I found that I was in a coma and didn't wake up. Finally, the security guard pushed me out of the bar in a wheelchair, and a group of people put me in a coma on the street outside the bar to take photos of various shapes. The whole video photo was recorded. After having a good time, I found that no one knew my home address and I couldn't find all kinds of wallet pockets. Finally, the department manager and her husband took me back to their own home. After getting up this morning, the manager and her husband found a pool of water in front of their bedroom, which was confirmed as urine after investigation ... After a series of analysis, I finally decided that I had done a great thing! After knowing the truth, I was nervous for a weekend and almost prepared to resign and leave directly.
When I 17, I had sex with a 50-year-old woman after drinking! This is definitely something you can regret for a lifetime! I woke up the next day with more than one big mouth, and I wanted to die!
Here's the thing:
I was only a sophomore at that time. My family is in the countryside and life is not rich. So I took advantage of my summer vacation to find a summer job in the city to reduce the burden on my family.
Because I don't have an ID card, people don't want to hire me. Finally, I found a job in a small supermarket to move and place goods, and I spent a month in 350 yuan, including food and shelter. This supermarket is run by a divorced old woman in her fifties. This supermarket is on the first floor of her house, covering an area of 100 square meters. There are only three employees, me and two other girls. This building has five floors, the second floor is a warehouse, the third floor is occupied by two girls, I live on the fourth floor, and the proprietress lives on the fifth floor.
Moving goods upstairs and downstairs every day may be a hard and tiring job for people in the city, but it is handy for me in the countryside. I get along well with two colleagues and the boss's wife.
Soon, I worked here for a month and a half, and the school was ready to start, so I submitted my resignation to the proprietress. The proprietress was very frank and said that she would give me two months' salary and give me a farewell dinner in the evening. I am very happy and grateful.
In the evening, the proprietress cooked a lot of dishes. Hardly had I sat down with two colleagues when the proprietress poured a glass of white wine for each of us. She picked up her glass and said to me, "Thanks to your help, the business in the store has been much better these days. I propose a toast to you! " I've never had a drink, and I'm at a loss for a moment. Then she said, how can you grow into a man without drinking! Get used to it after drinking it. I listened to my heart, picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp, and tears came down my eyes. Then she smiled and said, let's drink to your colleagues! So I had another drink with two colleagues. Then I don't remember what happened after that. ...
When I woke up the next day, I found myself lying naked in my boss's bed, with a little headache and a little pain in my lower body, but I was not very strong. Just then, the proprietress came in with a pile of money in her hand, and when she saw me shyly covering myself with a quilt, she said with a smile, you little thing, why are you ashamed? I have never seen anything before. Don't worry, we didn't do anything. You were drunk last night, and I didn't have the strength to carry you downstairs, so I let you sleep in my bed. Pass me a pile of money, then turn around and go downstairs. I put on my clothes with a grain of salt and trembling, counted the money in my hand and found that she gave me an extra thousand dollars. I went downstairs to pack my things and left silently without saying goodbye to anyone.
It took me years to finally understand what happened that night, and I never let myself get drunk again.
Drunk promiscuity, drunkenness, and telling the truth after drinking are all wise sayings.
I remember the first time I got drunk was when I graduated from college. After graduation, I ate 2 tons of dinner, then got drunk through the pain and sadness of leaving, so I drank 3 bottles of beer. But I drank so much that I was dizzy when I walked. What do I want to do then? Actually, I'm innocent, but I'm shivering with cold. I wanted to confess my secret love to the boy while I was drunk, hoping that he would know my existence and be here. Of course, I got my wish. My roommates told the boys that I was drunk, and the boys still had a conscience. He helped me come back in the middle of the night and then woke me up. At that time, I thought it was wise to get drunk, but now my roommates regard it as a joke and talk about it after dinner. Life is hard to be confused. I feel weak when I'm drunk and declare what I like. I feel funny and disgusting when I think about it now.
It has been 10 years since graduation. If I want to get drunk now, it's probably because of family chores, emotional chores, work events and so on. Everyone will grow and mature.
I think the question you asked is true.
Good colleagues who get paid together always like to order some dishes, drink some wine and have fun at the food stalls.
Coincidentally, I was the only drunk among the six of us. Before going to bed that night, I remember it was 1 1: 05.
Our boys' dormitory is room 0 1 1, and girls' dormitory is room 0 12. I remember that I went directly into room 0 12 after urinating, and fell on the empty bed at the door as soon as I entered the room. What a coincidence, everyone went up and down, only it was empty, and then I didn't know anything.
When Zhi came, the noise of men and women outside reached my ears:
This person usually looks honest. Last night, he took off his pants and put them in the corridor. He ran to the girls' dormitory in a pair of finger-wide underwear. Yes, he also shouted and ran away with him. Coming back as a fat doll is ambitious. He really doesn't know people's faces.
I looked at my colleague puzzled. They sneered at the story that I got drunk and went into the girls' dormitory in my underwear last night. In my dream, I shouted, "We'll have sex right away and wait for you to give me a fat doll." It was our brother who brought you back.
I'm ashamed to hear that, so Tracy went to other places. A little girl told me:
Sister Cui likes you very much at ordinary times. She often praises you for your intelligence, honesty and kindness. You left you only because you made a slip of the tongue after drinking last night. At this time, I really slapped myself in the mouth. I will leave in a few days, but I am reluctant to leave.
Once, I was deeply impressed … every time I thought of it, I slapped myself twice. It's true.
/kloc-August 0/4, why do I remember it so clearly? There's a reason. I went to Nanchang alone on business. I invited customers to dinner that day, drank a lot of wine and sent them away. I'm already strong. I'm walking alone in a strange city. I want to wake up and take a taxi back to the hotel ... Suddenly, Yu Dongfei's "Passing by" spread in the roadside night market, which made me burst into tears. ...
I felt so awake in an instant, I took a taxi back to the hotel … I went downstairs to the hotel and bought some barbecue and four bottles of beer. Why four bottles? Because it was my fourth anniversary with my boyfriend ...
I got drunk in the hotel ... so I called my ex-boyfriend and chatted on WeChat. I don't remember what I said on the phone, but the WeChat chat record is still there … That is to say, I miss him, I can't let him go, I still love him … When I woke up at noon the next day, I really slapped myself and called myself a bitch. Then, I sat in the hotel bed and cried …
At that time, the ex-boyfriend had broken up for six years. It was my first love, because of misunderstanding, because another woman broke up. However, it is my pro-Bambusa. Both families tried their best to bring us together. She is the boyfriend recognized by my parents and the only man I love deeply ... After breaking up, I forced myself to forget him ... After having a boyfriend, I told myself not to think about him. I dialed his number.
So … looking for him after getting drunk is what I want to hit myself most …
That was when I was twenty-two years old. I always remember the drunken incident: after dinner, I accompanied the leader to the hairdressing shop to wash his hair. When my little sister was covered in foam, I felt that I might throw up, so I got up and left, and the leader couldn't stop screaming. In this way, a head of foam walked more than a kilometer back to the dormitory. After waking up the next day, the following things were summarized according to the scene: the hair stuck to the pillow and hardened, from the living room to the bed, shoes and socks, pants, coats, underwear and so on. Take off in turn; The water in the kitchen electric kettle has been boiled dry (the electric kettle did not have the function of boiling and power off in those days), and there is an empty water cup next to it, which contains tea leaves; The toilet is always flushing (the toilet has no self-stop function); My mobile phone almost fell off the toilet. Just when I was glad, I found that the door was not closed, the key was still in the door, and I lived on the first floor ... That is to say, other residents may have seen all this when they went to work (you can see my bedroom and bed from the door).
Nobody move. I want to answer this question.
I think I am an inexperienced girl. Because of my best friend's birthday, I drank nearly two bottles of beer under the input of several friends. It's the first time to drink, I didn't know I was so poor at drinking. I thought when I took the first sip, I yelled and drank all the bosses.
Finally, no one else came down. Of course, I didn't come down either, but I couldn't help myself. I started singing and dancing in the street. According to my friend's memory, I danced enchanting that day and my voice was very scary. Fortunately, the streets are sparsely populated in winter.
The most immoral thing is that none of them advised me to stop my behavior. Instead, I took out my mobile phone and took pictures. That video later became a bargaining chip for them to threaten me to help them.
Since then, I have never been drunk again. I am afraid of scaring others, and I am even more afraid of leaving new chips for others.
Forget it, it's too late to regret it.
After work, I had dinner with some old irons I haven't seen for years, and then I got drunk unexpectedly.
On the way back, I remember making a lot of phone calls and bringing back some things.
The second one woke up, looked at the mobile phone and had three more girlfriends. . . There are also several ice cream cones at home, just for warning on the road. . .
The girl friend also sent a WeChat message this morning, saying whether he got up or not. How did you sleep last night? Why do you repent now? . . .
Ask some old irons to send me back. Why did you put the ice cream cone in my house?
They replied: Your grandson was drunk last night and insisted on holding the ice cream cone and said that he would drink with it. He didn't finish it, and he was a grandson, so we had to take one each, and finally there was no place to put it, so we had to put it in your house.
As for girlfriends. . . Hey, I called to apologize one by one. I can only say that I played the game. I lost my adventure, just kidding.
It's all painted black. I lost three good friends. .
One more question, how about this ice cream cone? Should I return it? Did the traffic police arrest anyone?
19 years old, my ex-girlfriend is going back to school, and it's hard to see her off. In the evening, a sister I know asked me to go out for a drink. At first, just drinking beer was ok. Later, one of her girlfriends came and insisted on drinking liquor with me. I vaguely remember that the last segment was half a glass of white wine. When I woke up, I found three people on the bed, naked. The next afternoon, one took my hand.
I didn't meet anyone that year.
The big sisters and aunts in the unit are all warm-hearted, taking the matchmaker as their responsibility, and introducing me to all kinds of women in an endless stream. I can't wait until I get into the bridal chamber.
Sister Wu of the trade union arranged for kindergarten students to sit next to me at the year-end summary commendation meeting that year, introduced each other and left, and smiled at me with ulterior motives before leaving.
I have known Qi for a long time, a very nice girl, but I have never dealt with her. To tell the truth, the girl in my heart at that time was by no means like Qi, nor was it the countless girls brought to me by the matchmaker. But no one asked, and no one cared about your wishes. The matchmaker only focuses on the collocation of men and women.
In other words, Qi is a very cheerful girl who keeps asking questions and clinking glasses with me. I didn't care at first, thinking, how can you drink me with a girl's movie?
Later, I learned that I was afraid of taking medicine when drinking. Unconsciously, I began to take the initiative to propose a toast to Qi and started talking nonsense. Of course, I didn't know what I said at that time. I went to work the next day and didn't even know how I got home last night.
I got a call after work the next day. I'm surprised. How could it be Ricky? You can hear each other's emotions on the phone: Are you a man? You haven't called me all day!
I was a little confused and thought: Why am I not a man? Why should I call you again? Qi: You forgot? Very annoying. When we were drinking last night, you said you liked me and touched my leg. ...
I immediately slapped myself with a big mouth when I remembered it!