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Since about 3 hours after I left Iraq, I have been in a constant stage of numbness. I see that some of you missed me and I am sorry to cause anyone trouble, but that **** iBatch pulled is ******* hilarious.

Anyways, English Bob, how long is the longest drunken stupor you know of? I am pushing 10 days right about now.

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Since about 3 hours after I left Iraq, I have been in a constant stage of numbness. I see that some of you missed me and I am sorry to cause anyone trouble, but that **** iBatch pulled is ******* hilarious.

Anyways, English Bob, how long is the longest drunken stupor you know of? I am pushing 10 days right about now.

seven and a half months...

(and welcome back)

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Since about 3 hours after I left Iraq, I have been in a constant stage of numbness. I see that some of you missed me and I am sorry to cause anyone trouble, but that **** iBatch pulled is ******* hilarious.

Anyways, English Bob, how long is the longest drunken stupor you know of? I am pushing 10 days right about now.

Happy to see u here again so i can sleep deeply now ( after got insomnia since u have left :))

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31 days.

It was my 30th Birthmonth.

I decided a day or a weekend wouldn't cut it. So I opted for the entire month of August. I went out every single day and night. I was drunk for virtually every minute.

I don't remember much...

Here are the highlights...

I had hangovers for only the first week.

After the second week my friends complained it was too expensive, so we borrowed a van and we drove to France to buy cheap booze.

I woke up in a field in Stoke one morning.

I lost an undetermined amount of money in a casino.

But I won fifty pounds for drinking a foul cocktail while having breakfast in a pub somewhere.

I climbed the central pole of a beer tent 30 feet to the top. The security guards were shouting at me to get down. I fell the last 10 feet and limped for the next week.

I saw a girl put three strangers' ***** in her mouth at the same time, just to prove a point.

I saw a Spanish hooker pee down her leg into a wine bottle in a bar in Worcester to win money to play a drinking game with us.

Whilst wearing a Nazi cap, I ran into a low beam in an Elizabethan pub and knocked myself out.

I puked on the top of my wardrobe.

We went on a boat (motherfucker) for a day and the pale fat kid got heatstroke and went to hospital.

I wandered into the wrong nightclub and sat surrounded by 400 black men who stared at me until I left.

No-one got arrested, but the police came to my house twice and we got thrown out of a Little Chef one morning.

.... And that's all I have to say about that.

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Since about 3 hours after I left Iraq, I have been in a constant stage of numbness. I see that some of you missed me and I am sorry to cause anyone trouble, but that shit iBatch pulled is fucking hilarious.

Anyways, English Bob, how long is the longest drunken stupor you know of? I am pushing 10 days right about now.

Whenever there's a question about drunken stupors the correct answer is always, StevieJR.

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31 days.

It was my 30th Birthmonth.

I decided a day or a weekend wouldn't cut it. So I opted for

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twice and we got thrown out of a Little Chef one morning.

.... And that's all I have to say about that.

Records are meant to be broke. So far I:

Got an email from corporate telling me to stop slandering the company

Met with a buddy in Dubai and together we bought $300 worth of tequila

Saw my family and spoke about Anal Sex at the dinner table

Had a high school reunion and cracked off a friends side view mirror

Drank my high school teacher under the table but still lost at bowling

Slept with a large Puerto Rican chic in the Mayor of Miami's house

Got a sexy black girl to applaud me when she gave me head

Puked all over a beautiful cuban girls car only to get a second date

Crashed an AA meeting only to get 2 of them to go drinking with me

Drank Kava and smoked weed til we puked

Drove back home for a blind date that ended in Cognac and pool sex then sleeping in her dads bed

Drank my sister and the neighbor under the table til they puked

Currently waiting for hot white blonde to come over and smoke me out....

Records are Meant to be Broken, so far no cops but I still have 20 days ;)

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Go Bodai!

(He's got a demon in him...)

Stu: “Look, here’s the deal man. I got a dark side. There’s a demon in me.”

Alan: “It’s true, he has semen in him.”

Stu: “I said demon.”

Alan: “You also have semen in you, remember?”

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31 days.

It was my 30th Birthmonth.

I decided a day or a weekend wouldn't cut it. So I opted for the entire month of August. I went out every single day and night. I was drunk for virtually every minute.

I don't remember much...

Here are the highlights...

I had hangovers for only the first week.

After the second week my friends complained it was too expensive, so we borrowed a van and we drove to France to buy cheap booze.

I woke up in a field in Stoke one morning.

I lost an undetermined amount of money in a casino.

But I won fifty pounds for drinking a foul cocktail while having breakfast in a pub somewhere.

I climbed the central pole of a beer tent 30 feet to the top. The security guards were shouting at me to get down. I fell the last 10 feet and limped for the next week.

I saw a girl put three strangers' ***** in her mouth at the same time, just to prove a point.

I saw a Spanish hooker pee down her leg into a wine bottle in a bar in Worcester to win money to play a drinking game with us.

Whilst wearing a Nazi cap, I ran into a low beam in an Elizabethan pub and knocked myself out.

I puked on the top of my wardrobe.

We went on a boat (motherfucker) for a day and the pale fat kid got heatstroke and went to hospital.

I wandered into the wrong nightclub and sat surrounded by 400 black men who stared at me until I left.

No-one got arrested, but the police came to my house twice and we got thrown out of a Little Chef one morning.

.... And that's all I have to say about that.

I view you with a new respect...

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