Sign In Apply for Membership. Howdy, Stranger! It looks like you're new here. If you want to get involved, click one of these buttons! Sign In Register. Categories Attention: Please take a moment to consider our terms and conditions before posting. March edited March in Not Sports Related. Not what's your most beautiful destination blah, blah, blah What's the best week of carnage with your mates style, or weekend, or for the real hardcore 2 weeks of mentalism.
I can't decide between Gran Canaria , Kavos or Magaluf Had some nutty ones before them golden years but nothing on them 3. Bonus points for nickings, drunken run ins with hotelliers, hospitalisations and wake up destinations other than a hotel room. The more vivid the story the better. March Ha Ha, Zante '08 for me. Threesome with two birds from Essex on my first night out there, then the second night woke up in hospital with tubes hanging out my arms and having no recollection how I got there.
Also, one of my mates took a sh! March edited March Magaluf about 6 years ago. Pints of vodka half a pint of vodka and redbull is about all I can remember. I may or may not have defecated in my own bed and then thrown the sheets off the balcony the next day. I am a scumbag I know. The best stories always involve shite.
Plus ten points to the both of you. Police turning up at our apartment and my mate who's pretty good with his Spanish history kept asking them if they were the 'Nazi' ones in Mallorca Magaluf The year anniversery tour being planned now for September We think all 14 will make it. I literally laughed for 2 weeks. Malia was pretty sweet, kavos takes some beating though!
Butlins adults only weekends x 2 , and Munich Octoberfest Bena madena near portabanoose stag week Starks,anyone thats been there will understand! Krakow stag weekend Ended up in hospital on this one thinking I was having a heart attack! Turns out I fell down some stairs in a club and tore my chest muscles. Fun times! Good thread. Benidorm Only 3 of us went. All pulled these 3 mates, truely minging, and went down the back of a building site for a bit.
Me and another mate are standing about 5 foot from each other getting, how should i say, pleasured by these two birds Couldnt stop laughing, but finally got to it with this bird i had. Ginger has finished after about 2 minutes, fully clothed watching us. Funniest moment of my life. Still gets called 'pump pump squirt' and 'Captain Cumquick' now. The last night in Gran Can my mate fat chelsea luke fell asleep on the can, our room being one of those where you have to put the roomkey in a slot to make the lights and electrics work, someone had gone out with the key and the light went off in the bathroom.
Luke woke up in a pitch black room. He began banging on the door, walls, everything screaming his head off that he hadn't done anything wrong thought he'd been lifted I ignored it thinking he was at the front door and someone else would get it. The poor sod sleeping on the sofa opened the bathroom door to be greeted with what looked like a scene from a horror film. He screamed. I saw the scene in the bathroom. It looked like a pig had been slaughtered in there, the dirty fat git had crapped himself and managed to get shite over the floor, the walls, the sideboard, the door, his hands and his face.
We locked him in and told him to clear the shit up. Little did we know he would use face flannels, and towels to achieve this. To this day a crusty, brown tottenham towel is still, I imagine, hanging, discarded on the fence of the 5 a side pitch just beneath our room. We will never be welcome there again. Boys jollydays.
The memories. My lazy fat mate ,fluff ,was forever nicking bog roll from the rest of the other lads rooms and would never put his hand in his pocket to go and get any which was rather inconsiderate as he spent a big majority of his time on most holidays in the carsey. Some of these tales are brilliant! Not abroad but me and a mate went on a tour of our mates unis last year, ended up visiting 8 unis in 8 days, stretching from Southampton up to Durham, over miles in the end. Was on the lash everynight, ended up with a different bird at every uni except one halfway through where I thought I'd give it a chance to recover , being very hungover in the mornings, sobering up and then driving to the next uni, before it all started again.
And this was all after an idea 2 days before we left. Although I must admit it ended up being planned quite well so the maximum we had to drive between unis was an hour and a half. Absolutely epic week. Would recommend it to any students, broke the term up fantastically, and was just like going to somewhere like Malia, but without the sunshine! The random stuff we saw whilst driving as well was a particular highlight, and seeing as we were going to student bars and clubs, wasn't even that much to get wasted.
Main expense was obv petrol, but split between us even that wasn't too bad. Ahh, these tales remind me of when i was young! My best was Gran Canaria Euros had just finished, Cool Brittainia and all that, and there seemed to be a bit of a feelgood factor around.
We all went back to the hotel one night to find one of our groups room had flooded really badly. Nothing to do with us. Reported it to reception. In the mean time we stupidly decided in this situation a water fight was called for, got ridiculously out of hand and a couple of us started urinating over each other i know, i know. Unfortunately it was at this point the night porter appeared, next thing you know he's smacking everyone with his baton. Me and my mate got escorted out of the hotel, and we come up with the brainwave that we would sneak back in wearing other peoples clothes.
I was little and slim, my mate big and fat. Another mate brought some clothes round the corner and we tried to walk back in wearing others clothes, none of which fitted us. Clocked immediately it wasn't hard to work out, you don't see many people at 5am in August wearing a hat and coat , so the baton come out again, and we had to stay clear of the hotel until the 9am shift change.
Ended up finding an all-night Irish club and got further drunk. Sneaked back in hotel at 9. Turfed out and didn't know what to do, but fortunately managed to find a rep who took pity on us, feel for a bit of an exaggerated sob story, and relocated us to the other side of the resort nice place. Went out the next night, one of my mates pulled and went back to hers.
Went to leave and realised he hadn't found out the name of our new hotel, didn't have a clue where it was, nothing. We found him in town the next day.
That bloke was a legend that holiday. He would offer to do dares for beers, the greater the dare the more the beers. There had been a stage erected in the middle of the town square for a music festival, so we dared him 8 beers he would strip naked and run across the stage.
So he took all his clothes off and gave them to us and off he went. Once he got on the stage, we all bolted in the other direction and fled into a busy shopping centre. We all split up in various shops with various bits of his clothing and i can still remember being in almost tears hiding behind a clothes rail and peering through seeing him running through the centre starkers shouting 'lads, come on'.
Later that holiday he was asleep naked in his ground floor room, so 4 of us carried him out and chucked him in the pool. Literally the whole hotel turned out, but he got all coy and wouldn't get out the pool without a towel. After a few minutes another crowd of people come running up the stairs laughing their heads off.
He had forgot there was a glass fronted bar underneath the pool, and where he had been leaning on the side, his fruit and nuts had been squeezing up against the bar window. New hotel also lost my passport and i didn't think i would get back, great days.
June Portugal. Details to follow in 3 months