• Pat Flood (@rebarcock) passed away 9/21/25. Pat played a huge role in encouraging the devolopmemt of this site and donated the very first dollar to get it started. Check the thread at the top of the board for the obituary and please feel free to pay your respects there. I am going to get all the content from that thread over to his family so they can see how many people really cared for Pat outside of what they ever knew. Pat loved to tell stories and always wanted everyone else to tell stories. I think a great way we can honor Pat is to tell a story in his thread (also pinned at the top of the board).

What is the drunkest thing you've ever done (that you remember)?

I was at a friends parents house on the river. He had his wife and 3 boys there to party. We was all hammered, and I fell into the river and they saved me. We got back to the river house and the wife was done with our boy shit and went to bed. Boys kept drinking.

I was hammered and sitting in the rocking chair in the living room and I thought it would be a good idea to grab the husband of the sleeping wife and put him on my lap on The wood rocking chair. Well, the chair collapsed. Broke all apart and we laughed. Yet then the husband said it was a heirloom from died grandma. I had a solution. Burn the evidence in the fireplace. He said ok.

we had about half of that chair burning and the wife came out while I was adding more of the pieces to the fire. She took a look at me and her husband and yelled; “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

The husband didn’t say anything. Yet pointEd at me. I got the glare with a wooden rocker rung in my hand.

She made us put the fire out. It was summer. Not sure why we didn’t think that part thru.

She made us go to bed and some time later I threw up in the Bunk bed.

I was never invited again. Even after I bought them a new rocking chair. Some people.
 
I was at a friends parents house on the river. He had his wife and 3 boys there to party. We was all hammered, and I fell into the river and they saved me. We got back to the river house and the wife was done with our boy shit and went to bed. Boys kept drinking.

I was hammered and sitting in the rocking chair in the living room and I thought it would be a good idea to grab the husband of the sleeping wife and put him on my lap on The wood rocking chair. Well, the chair collapsed. Broke all apart and we laughed. Yet then the husband said it was a heirloom from died grandma. I had a solution. Burn the evidence in the fireplace. He said ok.

we had about half of that chair burning and the wife came out while I was adding more of the pieces to the fire. She took a look at me and her husband and yelled; “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

The husband didn’t say anything. Yet pointEd at me. I got the glare with a wooden rocker rung in my hand.

She made us put the fire out. It was summer. Not sure why we didn’t think that part thru.

She made us go to bed and some time later I threw up in the Bunk bed.

I was never invited again. Even after I bought them a new rocking chair. Some people.

Not sure why the lake brings out the dumbest in us.

I shit myself in the parking lot of the dock. White swimsuit. I was super hungover from the night before and could feel it running down my leg. I couldn't see however and had to have wife confirm.

It took every ounce of her will power to keep her hands to herself as we were there with her family.

This all went down at 9:00 in the morning.
 

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