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I hope you enjoy this story.........I also encourage our faithful readers to retell their favorite blackout stories......
I posted the actual article in the greivelwire just so you don't think it is a farce.......Here are the 2 best tidbits from the article but you gotta read the whole thing...
Hughes claimed he couldn't remember the incident, having drunk the better part of a 2 1/2-gallon (10-liter) box of wine beforehand.
In the 2001 United Kingdom census, 390,000 - 0.7 percent of the population - listed Jedi as their religion.
'Darth Vader' spared jail in Jedi church attacks
HOLYHEAD, Wales (AP) -- A man who dressed up as Darth Vader, wearing a garbage bag for a cape, and assaulted the founders of a group calling itself the Jedi church was given a suspended sentence Tuesday.
Arwel Wynne Hughes, 27, attacked Jedi church founder Barney Jones - aka Master Jonba Hehol - with a metal crutch, hitting him on the head, prosecutors told Holyhead Magistrates' Court.
He also whacked Jones' 18-year-old cousin, Michael Jones - known as Master Mormi Hehol - bruising his thigh in the March 25 incident, prosecutors said.
The two cousins and Barney Jones' brother, Daniel, set up the
The group, which claims about 30 members, says on its Web site that it uses "insight and knowledge" from the films as "a guide to living a better and more worthwhile life."
"We all love the films and what they stand for. Obviously some people are going to laugh about it," the
Unfortunately for Hughes, his March attack was recorded on a video camera that the cousins had set up to film themselves in a light saber battle.
"Darth Vader! Jedis!" Hughes shouted as he approached.
Hughes claimed he couldn't remember the incident, having drunk the better part of a 2 1/2-gallon (10-liter) box of wine beforehand.
"He knows his behavior was wrong and didn't want it to happen but he has no recollection of it," said Hughes' lawyer, Frances Jones.
District Judge Andrew Shaw sentenced Hughes to two months in jail but suspended the sentence for one year. He also ordered Hughes to pay $195 to each of his victims and $117 in court costs.
In the 2001
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I want to see the video. That's awesome.
What a wonderful world we live in. After the next game we should drink boxes of wine and see what happens.
3 mind erasers and I don't even remember how many bourbon and cokes (no name bourbon). Hit on everyone woman at the bar using the "if you were a pirate would you have your pirate on this shoulder, OR THIS SHOULDER (Pull girl in close)" line. Woke up hugging my toilet and my mom asking me if I was alright, then telling me to keep it down so I don't wake my brother.
Once when I was in Maine and I was determined to get out and find a good time....so I ventured to Portland, Maine by myself in the middle of a blizzard and found myself after bar time walking down a back alley with my new friend Pedro who was 45 and wearing a KISS t-shirt.
I think we were smoking something but he lead me to this after hours club and after I got in the secret entrance he was denied entrance because of something he was carrying.
Thus, I was all alone at this club and didn't know what was going on.....YADA YADA YADA...I woke up in a CAB the next morning with only 1 shoe on (The Irony of it....1 Shoe I was in Maine selling Shoes) and the Cabbie had to drop this 80 year old lady off at the hospital so he thought he could get double the money by draggin me along.
Anyways, I being the kind gentleman offered to help this poor old lady walk to the Hospital entrance except when I dropped her off the ER personnel thought I was her Grandchild and asked me start filling out all this paperwork.......I freaked and ran back to the cabbie where he got me to the airport just in time to catch my flight home......without my luggage that I just left behind at the hotel.
OK, here we go. Way back! Back in 94', I went on my high schools senior trip to Cancun. It was one of the best times I had in my life. One night I did get a little out of control.
On this crazy day all I remember drinking a bottle of some cheap mexican tequila (worm included) and a 6 pack of corona all by myself (I was 18 at the time). After that I don't remember much, but pictures taken and sworn testimonies told a great story.
I crashed a party with my friends tailing me. I proceded to placed well over a hundred saltine crackers on the floor. Some girl came up to me and said, "what are the hell are you doing!?" and I said "watch this, stupid bitch!". I started hopscotching on the crackers in the hotel room. Then I decided to go into the bathroom and destroy the shower curtain and toilet seat. And for the grande finalle, I through room's tv off of the balcony. The place was a fucking disaster, then I hauled ass.
I woke up the next morning with my roommates laughing at me. I also noticed their was a putrid stench around me. I vomited during my sleep. I was recovering for the rest of the day. When the sun came down, I was ready for round 2.
This just gets better and better......
JW I think you need to elaborate on your pussy ass story a bit.
You guys are all alcoholics . . .
So anyway I'm doing shots of straight SoCo because I'm pissed that my car gets rear ended in my own driveway just before a Halloween party Donavan and I were throwing. I do 3 in a row about 8:30pm, 9:15pm rolls around and it looks like the party is going to be a bust. So I do 2 more.
I go to the backroom where Neil has just shown up as a construction worker with Tequila in his toolbelt. He makes me do a shot of Koko Kryptonite. I'm not sure how long I was in that backroom because when I went back into the living room it looked like Casey's on a Saturday night, except everyone was in costume.
I think about 11:30 a friend of ours was at the fridge looking for a beer. I went up to him and said, "Heeyyyy man, can I look you help for somethin." He said, "No, drink this." It was electric green in a big moonshine-like glass container. I drank it and it was gross. So I filled another cup of it and went back to the pary. I later found out it was straight vodka with green jolley ranchers melted in it.
On my way through the kitchet to get outside, a girl comes up to me and rips my rented costume shirt open. Buttons go flying. I said "thank you" and kept walking to get outside.
I go to the rear bumber of my car in the driveway and proceed to look at the damage caused earlier in the night. As I'm down there inspecting my bumber, I might as well throw up. So I did. Then passed out on the driveway.
I woke up about 1:30am, puked again, passed out again. Woke up about 2am when someone brought me a bottle of water that I had at somepoint requested. After being handed the water I opened it and started spraying anyone near me with water. Then said that I couldn't drink the water and needed food. So someone brought me a cupcake which I immediately threw as far as I could in an undertermined direction. I then passed out again behind my car.
I woke up around 3:30am and literally crawled on all fours from the driveway to the front of the house and up the steps to the front porch as guest looked in horror as some homeless person, yes by now I did look like a homeless person, crawled into the house.
I made it to bed, slept until 5am and woke up to conga music. A conga line had formed and was parading throughout the house. Donavan asked the police to please break up the party which they finally did around 5:30am.
I spent most of the next day sewing the buttons back on my rented costume shirt.
BEST PARTY EVER!!!
I don't really remember a lot of what happened all I was told was that I use the line on every girl, ugly, fat, skinny, hot, lesbian, and even the ones with their boyfriend, but that was nothing unusual in those days.
We drank ten high bourbon and coke. My buddies told me that they drove my car home for me that night, and had to push me out.
I did not make it to my lab the next morning.
A memerable blackout for me was the time I went to play bingo downtown at one eyed jacks after work. The mc asked if anyone in the bar would like to be the drunk monkey for the night. I did not have to work the next day so I "cowboyed up" and took the challenge. "Get this guy a 151" was the last true thing I remeber. during that night I had mulitple 151's, Jack, tequillq, Goldshloger, etc...etc...
The next morning I woke up in my assistant manager's bed, which nothing happened, and I was wearing a Budlight tee shirt that I won from finishing a twelve pack of Peeps.
Rumor has it I was wearing a bra on my head, threw up all over Orange Ave and mde friends with a street dweller.
Oh that was a classic night....I remember that one. That was my Welcome to Orlando moment.......Thanks for revisiting that great memory Prosthetic Johnson.
I might add that He was passed out on Orange throwing up on himself just like our Good friend Blaze was once and I didn't really know Scotty. Thus I called his roomates at 2 in the morning to see if Scott really knew what he got himself into and if he was going to be allright. Needless to Say Mikey was not to concerned and said ahhh leave him he'll be allright He's just a "2 Beer Queer" sometimes.
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