Comments on: The Hangover T-Shirt Competition http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/ Upcoming New Movies - Reviews Interviews Trailers & Posters Fri, 10 Feb 2012 21:57:39 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: The Hangover T-Shirt Giveaway Winners http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4493 The Hangover T-Shirt Giveaway Winners Mon, 22 Jun 2009 19:47:55 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4493 [...] ScreenCrave Readers! We’ve got the winners for our Hangover T-Shirt Giveaway. In honor of The Hangover’s great success, we asked you to tell us your craziest drunk story, [...] [...] ScreenCrave Readers! We’ve got the winners for our Hangover T-Shirt Giveaway. In honor of The Hangover’s great success, we asked you to tell us your craziest drunk story, [...]

]]> By: mali http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4488 mali Mon, 22 Jun 2009 14:59:14 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4488 You can't make up shit like that... You can't make up shit like that…

]]> By: Tank http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4455 Tank Sun, 21 Jun 2009 00:04:18 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4455 i farted i farted

]]> By: Kari http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4382 Kari Thu, 18 Jun 2009 15:21:49 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4382 I got completely snockered on red wine a few years at a company holiday party. My friend drove my husband and me back from the party to our company parking lot and during the ride in her car I threw up all the red wine onto my white party dress. Then on the ride home from the parking lot to our house, I made my husband pull over our truck so I could throw up again -- only I stepped out of the truck and completely face-planted on the pavement on the side of the freeway. Luckily I didn't break my nose or knock out any teeth, but I really roadrashed my face, bit through my top lip, and gave myself a black eye. Had to go to emergency room for tetanus shot and ended up needing a doctor to excise out the embedded gravel. The nurses at the emergency room asked if I had been pushed out of the truck or beat up by someone, and I had to tell them, "No, I was just a drunken idiot all on my own." Still have facial scars to remind me of that delightful party. I got completely snockered on red wine a few years at a company holiday party. My friend drove my husband and me back from the party to our company parking lot and during the ride in her car I threw up all the red wine onto my white party dress. Then on the ride home from the parking lot to our house, I made my husband pull over our truck so I could throw up again — only I stepped out of the truck and completely face-planted on the pavement on the side of the freeway. Luckily I didn't break my nose or knock out any teeth, but I really roadrashed my face, bit through my top lip, and gave myself a black eye. Had to go to emergency room for tetanus shot and ended up needing a doctor to excise out the embedded gravel. The nurses at the emergency room asked if I had been pushed out of the truck or beat up by someone, and I had to tell them, "No, I was just a drunken idiot all on my own." Still have facial scars to remind me of that delightful party.

]]> By: Gayle http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4376 Gayle Thu, 18 Jun 2009 07:32:57 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4376 Everyone has a drunken story from another country...but mine wins. While in high school, I went on a group trip to Scotland. Being the last night of our trip, we of course decided to get wasted. The night begins with a bottle of the cheapest vodka we could find, split between three people and finished before we even arrived at dinner. A bottle of wine was then shared at dinner, at which point two of the three of us black out. We go to meet up with the rest of our group, who are conveniently located at the bar across the street. After many shots, we are able to get the entire bar to sing "Sweet Caroline". I proceed to allow no one to move from the bar, until I return from the restroom. Unfortunately i fall down an entire flight of stairs on the way to the restroom, and decide that this is a good time to turn my dress into a turban on top of my head. Trying to get my naked ass home, four cabs pass us, claiming we are "too drunk". The fifth cab not only picks us up, but also makes a stop for shortbread cookies. We then needed to sneak back into our rooms, since this is was a school-trip, and figure the best method is to pass me through the first floor window like a rug. Of course, we are caught. I am thrown into a shower with all my clothes on, while someone else packs my suitcase to catch the plane we are already late for. I fall asleep in my ex-boyfriend's lap on the connecting flight, and did not regain consciousness until we got to the Heathrow Airport Terminal in London. So...good night? Everyone has a drunken story from another country…but mine wins. While in high school, I went on a group trip to Scotland. Being the last night of our trip, we of course decided to get wasted. The night begins with a bottle of the cheapest vodka we could find, split between three people and finished before we even arrived at dinner. A bottle of wine was then shared at dinner, at which point two of the three of us black out. We go to meet up with the rest of our group, who are conveniently located at the bar across the street. After many shots, we are able to get the entire bar to sing "Sweet Caroline". I proceed to allow no one to move from the bar, until I return from the restroom. Unfortunately i fall down an entire flight of stairs on the way to the restroom, and decide that this is a good time to turn my dress into a turban on top of my head. Trying to get my naked ass home, four cabs pass us, claiming we are "too drunk". The fifth cab not only picks us up, but also makes a stop for shortbread cookies. We then needed to sneak back into our rooms, since this is was a school-trip, and figure the best method is to pass me through the first floor window like a rug. Of course, we are caught. I am thrown into a shower with all my clothes on, while someone else packs my suitcase to catch the plane we are already late for. I fall asleep in my ex-boyfriend's lap on the connecting flight, and did not regain consciousness until we got to the Heathrow Airport Terminal in London. So…good night?

]]> By: Clarker http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4353 Clarker Wed, 17 Jun 2009 23:47:46 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4353 My friend and I got really hammered one night-anyway since it was just the two of us there was no designated driver, but since my friend lived like less than 10 minutes from where we were he thought he could drive us over to his apartment. Bad idea. Immediately, we got pulled over by a cop, but this was no ordinary cop-this was my older brother's best friend. So he left us off with a warning after telling me to say hi to my brother for him. We should have gone straight to the apartment, but we were both kinda hungry and since there was a McDonalds on the way. When we got there a pimped out low rider was in front of us and chatting up the drive thru speaker. So, my friend started to hold down the horn, after a while these 2 "cholos" come out of the car. I tell my friend to forget the food and to just get out of there, which he does. He guns it to his house running a red light on the way-however we didn't find out about it until about a week after when the ticket was sent to his apartment with our picture, which he now proudly displays on his refrigerator. My friend and I got really hammered one night-anyway since it was just the two of us there was no designated driver, but since my friend lived like less than 10 minutes from where we were he thought he could drive us over to his apartment. Bad idea. Immediately, we got pulled over by a cop, but this was no ordinary cop-this was my older brother's best friend. So he left us off with a warning after telling me to say hi to my brother for him. We should have gone straight to the apartment, but we were both kinda hungry and since there was a McDonalds on the way. When we got there a pimped out low rider was in front of us and chatting up the drive thru speaker. So, my friend started to hold down the horn, after a while these 2 "cholos" come out of the car. I tell my friend to forget the food and to just get out of there, which he does. He guns it to his house running a red light on the way-however we didn't find out about it until about a week after when the ticket was sent to his apartment with our picture, which he now proudly displays on his refrigerator.

]]> By: Joel Berntsen http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4316 Joel Berntsen Wed, 17 Jun 2009 04:09:04 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4316 The craziest drunk story started off with me awakening at 10 AM, naked, in my parent’s bathtub. I proceeded to vomit on my lower stomach and penis. My little sisters started knocking on the door and asking, “Are you done yet?” I had no memory of how I got into my parent’s bathroom or what happened the previous night. So I asked, “How long have I been in here?” There was a silence and then my sister quietly said, “You came home really late last night with grandma and her friends,” more silence, “Grandma’s friend Helen left early this morning. She was weird.” I asked her why. “She winked at me and started dancing and mumbled something about how she’s still got it.” I then vomited profusely realizing what I had done. And it was in my parent’s house. I’m scarred to this day. The craziest drunk story started off with me awakening at 10 AM, naked, in my parent’s bathtub. I proceeded to vomit on my lower stomach and penis. My little sisters started knocking on the door and asking, “Are you done yet?” I had no memory of how I got into my parent’s bathroom or what happened the previous night. So I asked, “How long have I been in here?” There was a silence and then my sister quietly said, “You came home really late last night with grandma and her friends,” more silence, “Grandma’s friend Helen left early this morning. She was weird.” I asked her why. “She winked at me and started dancing and mumbled something about how she’s still got it.” I then vomited profusely realizing what I had done. And it was in my parent’s house. I’m scarred to this day.

]]> By: OatmealCookies http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4235 OatmealCookies Tue, 16 Jun 2009 23:41:17 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4235 I haven't seen The Hangover yet,but it looks really fun.I'm glad its doin' well at the box office. Anyways,it turns out I'm a total lightweight and I shouldn't touch anything alcoholic,because it doesn't take much for me to lose it. It started as the classic story: guy goes to his friends house,and discovers alcohol for the very first time. I woke up later (at my friends house,thankfully) shirtless* and wearing a curtain,tied around my neck,as if it was a cape. I couldn't remember anything more than running around in a circle and lots of blurring. According to my friend,I was convinced I was some comic book hero and randomly yelled out things like "Shazam!" or "In blackest night,no evil shall escape my sight" or "By the Power of Greyskull!" He also noted that my versions of classic catch phrases were difficult to translate due an alcohol-induced speech impediment. *which is why I need to win the shirt,to make up for being shirtless ^_^ I haven't seen The Hangover yet,but it looks really fun.I'm glad its doin' well at the box office.

Anyways,it turns out I'm a total lightweight and I shouldn't touch anything alcoholic,because it doesn't take much for me to lose it. It started as the classic story: guy goes to his friends house,and discovers alcohol for the very first time. I woke up later (at my friends house,thankfully) shirtless* and wearing a curtain,tied around my neck,as if it was a cape. I couldn't remember anything more than running around in a circle and lots of blurring. According to my friend,I was convinced I was some comic book hero and randomly yelled out things like "Shazam!" or "In blackest night,no evil shall escape my sight" or "By the Power of Greyskull!" He also noted that my versions of classic catch phrases were difficult to translate due an alcohol-induced speech impediment.

*which is why I need to win the shirt,to make up for being shirtless ^_^

]]> By: Massey http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4244 Massey Tue, 16 Jun 2009 02:43:01 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4244 The craziest drunk story I ever had was when I went to Spain, it was my first time ever doing any kind of shots. I was with 3 other people, a guy and 2 other girls. The girls started to go crazy and started yelling and eventually throwing up all over each other and didn't even care. My friend and I just started laughing and were having trouble walking around. The girls kept banging their heads on each other and eventually just passed out on a bed with throw up all over themselves and the bed. My friend and I had to sleep on the only bed left which happened to be a twin bed so it was two guys sleeping together and we didn't even realize it until the next morning. Oh it was also in a hotel and we left a do not disturb sign on the door so we had throw up all over the hotel room for 2 days, they were not happy. The craziest drunk story I ever had was when I went to Spain, it was my first time ever doing any kind of shots. I was with 3 other people, a guy and 2 other girls. The girls started to go crazy and started yelling and eventually throwing up all over each other and didn't even care. My friend and I just started laughing and were having trouble walking around. The girls kept banging their heads on each other and eventually just passed out on a bed with throw up all over themselves and the bed. My friend and I had to sleep on the only bed left which happened to be a twin bed so it was two guys sleeping together and we didn't even realize it until the next morning. Oh it was also in a hotel and we left a do not disturb sign on the door so we had throw up all over the hotel room for 2 days, they were not happy.

]]> By: Claire http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4242 Claire Tue, 16 Jun 2009 01:38:29 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4242 Oh man. I think I was 24? No way--22. Anyway, it was the weekend that the de Young Museum opened in Golden Gate Park so a group of friends went down to check out the festivities. Since it was opening weekend, and San Francisco is awesome, the museum was open until something like 4 in the morning. Don't hold me to that because after around midnight I was annihilated. For all I know it was open all night or at least until monkey-wizard o'clock which was right around the time I puked in the bushes. Anyway, like I was saying, since it was opening weekend the place was packed with a line stretching about three blocks, three people wide--big, long line. So, my friends and I, like many others, decided to screw the line and just drink next to it. It basically turned into a huge park-block party where everyone was turning a blind eye to public drunkenness in the name of artistic expression. I have no idea what I was drinking, some kind of beer spiked with crazy, but before I knew it my best friend Caitlin and I had broken off from the main group who had made a home for themselves under what drunken eyes would call a jungle-gym, sober eyes would call a lattice for plants. All I know is that after hanging upside down lost its charm Caitlin and I went in search of bigger and better upside-down adventures. Since we were alone, anonymous in such a vast crowd, we decided to be French. Looking back on it now what we did was really annoying to anyone who was not us: we ran around speaking with fake French accents, tickling strangers, and running away. For us, it was incredible, but if I were standing in line and felt some strange hand lodge itself in my armpit I would probably loose my shit, but, thankfully we were protected by a force field of drunk and no "stupid Americans" beat us up. Until this day I have never been inside the de Young but I can safely say that I have peed all over it. Oh man. I think I was 24? No way–22. Anyway, it was the weekend that the de Young Museum opened in Golden Gate Park so a group of friends went down to check out the festivities. Since it was opening weekend, and San Francisco is awesome, the museum was open until something like 4 in the morning. Don't hold me to that because after around midnight I was annihilated. For all I know it was open all night or at least until monkey-wizard o'clock which was right around the time I puked in the bushes.

Anyway, like I was saying, since it was opening weekend the place was packed with a line stretching about three blocks, three people wide–big, long line. So, my friends and I, like many others, decided to screw the line and just drink next to it. It basically turned into a huge park-block party where everyone was turning a blind eye to public drunkenness in the name of artistic expression. I have no idea what I was drinking, some kind of beer spiked with crazy, but before I knew it my best friend Caitlin and I had broken off from the main group who had made a home for themselves under what drunken eyes would call a jungle-gym, sober eyes would call a lattice for plants. All I know is that after hanging upside down lost its charm Caitlin and I went in search of bigger and better upside-down adventures.

Since we were alone, anonymous in such a vast crowd, we decided to be French. Looking back on it now what we did was really annoying to anyone who was not us: we ran around speaking with fake French accents, tickling strangers, and running away. For us, it was incredible, but if I were standing in line and felt some strange hand lodge itself in my armpit I would probably loose my shit, but, thankfully we were protected by a force field of drunk and no "stupid Americans" beat us up.

Until this day I have never been inside the de Young but I can safely say that I have peed all over it.

]]> By: GEE http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4241 GEE Tue, 16 Jun 2009 01:30:20 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4241 I suck at writing so I'll just get down to the point. I went to a party that one of the security guards was having for Halloween last year. We played way to many games of quarters & tip cup. My friend who was DD that night wanted to go meet up with some of our other friends at a bar, but by the time we get there they're in the parking lot & I wanted tacos. So she drives me to Del Taco, but when I get there apparently I yell "I don't want no fucking tacos, get me some water!" & I start throwing up all over her front seat. Finally she takes me home around 3am & I wake up a few hours later to many texts/phone calls saying that I'm a funny drunk. I still don't know all that happened that night. I suck at writing so I'll just get down to the point. I went to a party that one of the security guards was having for Halloween last year. We played way to many games of quarters & tip cup. My friend who was DD that night wanted to go meet up with some of our other friends at a bar, but by the time we get there they're in the parking lot & I wanted tacos. So she drives me to Del Taco, but when I get there apparently I yell "I don't want no fucking tacos, get me some water!" & I start throwing up all over her front seat. Finally she takes me home around 3am & I wake up a few hours later to many texts/phone calls saying that I'm a funny drunk. I still don't know all that happened that night.

]]> By: Lisa http://screencrave.com/2009-06-15/the-hangover-t-shirt-competition/comment-page-1/#comment-4237 Lisa Tue, 16 Jun 2009 00:10:39 +0000 http://screencrave.com/?p=23281#comment-4237 Vomit, vomit, vomit. Vomit, vomit, vomit.

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