OK, so I was walking home from this one bar in a little southern Italian town call Aviano. I don't really remember what happened, but this was later make its round back to me. Thus began the story of how I got my @ss beat by a traffic cone.
Apparently, after some drinking, smoking and partying, we decided to walk home. On the way, there were some traffic cones that seems to be getting in our way, and I decided to be the hero. After drop kicking two of them, I went for the third, and somehow, ended up on my butt. As I got up and even more outraged, I tried a flying kick to the traffic cone, resulted in my friends had to carry me home. Traffic cone did not move.
So, besides the crazy ones, what's your more silly drunk story?
Apparently, after some drinking, smoking and partying, we decided to walk home. On the way, there were some traffic cones that seems to be getting in our way, and I decided to be the hero. After drop kicking two of them, I went for the third, and somehow, ended up on my butt. As I got up and even more outraged, I tried a flying kick to the traffic cone, resulted in my friends had to carry me home. Traffic cone did not move.
So, besides the crazy ones, what's your more silly drunk story?