Your Craziest Drinking Story

Every Monday EveryJoe will feature one of your wildest and craziest drinking stories.  Well, we asked you and you certainly delivered.  What does it take to be a winner?  Well, this week’s winner brought us a story filled with liquor, laughs, blue balls and debauchery!  But, think you can do better?

It’s easy.  Just email Sabrina with the subject line “crazy drinking story” and we’ll take it from there.  Not only will your story be featured on our site but you’ll have bragging rights for a week!

Take a look at this week’s winner.  Can you beat it?

Submitted by Anonymous from Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Two years ago I was out of town for new years and I was pre-drinking with friends in our hotel room. Before we left for the bar I went back to my room and on the way I came across a cute girl. I approached her and talked to her and it turned out she was going to the same bar as I was, so we exchanged numbers.

At the bar I had more drinks and after some time the girl came.  We talked, dance and had many more drinks.  I threw out the idea of going to a strip club and she  actually agreed so we left the bar.  At the strip club we had even more drinks and things started to get pretty hot so we headed back for the hotel.  She told me to come back to her room so I went to my room got a condom and headed on over to her room.  She was already in bed, I climbed in and we watched some TV, her friends clued in and left.  But one stayed behind and declared that she was tired and was going to sleep on the floor in the room.

I wasn’t going to let this girl’s jealousy ruin our moment and neither was the girl I was with, so we turned up the volume and went about our business under the sheets. I put on a condom and then there was a knock on the door.  She threw on some clothes and went to see who it was and it was her friends checking up on her, making sure I wasn’t some creeper or something.  She gave them the OK, cause I’m awesome and came back to bed.  At this point all that alcohol was beginning to catch up with me, so for the first time ever, I lost my erection. So here I am completely wasted, with blue balls – no erection, naked  next to me, her friend “sleeping” on the floor.  Only thing that was left was a walk of shame … literally … I put my clothes on and she told me to come back tomorrow and there was no way I was going to do that.  So, when I got into my room I realized I left one sock in her room. Why do I still remember this?

I never threw out that odd sock, so at the end of every week there is always an odd sportek ankle sock staring at me, reminding me of my night.  As if I needed the reminder.