Oh wait and on some show (random) that i was flipping through the channels called "Manswers" it said that the most effective way to get WASTED was anally.
I'm pretty sure that was what it said.

Or die, I've definitely heard of people dying doing that. I'm not sure I believe the tampon thing though...it seems like the amounts involved there would be far less than the LD50 of 1L, no matter how it's absorbed.

I agree, I don't think it would be toxic... as long as the levels in the blood aren't more than the liver can handle at once, but I guess if someone was deficient in alcohol dehydrogenase, it's possible to get pretty sick from the acetaldehyde.

Not sure if I've shared this story (in full detail) on here before, but here goes:

Ok, I sleepwalk. I didn't really realize this until I went to college. I mean, I know that I get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, barely awake. But I thought that I remember every time it happens. Well, at my school we had electronic locks that automatically locked once someone left. Needless to say, I didn't keep my key in my PJs, so I'd wake up, confused, in front of my door while jiggling the handle. (this pissed off my roomate eventually, with repeat offenses).
The first time, though, I was not alone in the hall way when I woke up while locked out. There were some people in the hall who were always up at odd hours - it was about 4-5AM, and the whole group of them were standing, chatting, between the bathrooms and my room. While waking up, I noticed them standing there, and then noticed something else - I was "holding" myself like a little kid who really had to pee. Yeah, they were totally looking. And I also noticed I felt kind of wet down there - apparently though I successfully clothe myself after going to the bathroom, I don't wipe! At least I make it to the damn toilet.
And see, it's not like they totally knew I was sleepwalking - sleepwalkers still have their eyes open and kind of seem awake. So yeah, I probably looked like I was trying to masturbate through my clothes while opening my door.

Who knows, maybe I was!  ;D

man, i never even thought of the possible effects of alcohol on sleepwalking.

good thing i don't drink! I have a rug to take care of!

Speaking of which, I heard that you can get drunk if you stick a tampon with vodka on it into your vagina.

You could also die of alcohol poisoning if it's more than a little bit.

:o

I wouldn't believe that... it's from an episode of CSI that was written by the writers of 3 1/2 Men.
However, they do gather their info from outside sources and base their stories on it! Who knows?!

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Oh wait and on some show (random) that i was flipping through the channels called "Manswers" it said that the most effective way to get WASTED was anally.
I'm pretty sure that was what it said.

When I was in College, I had the misfortune of seeing a grown man trying to drink beer through his anus. Not a pretty sight.

Once I drank so much vodka (alone, at home) that I conked out, and sort of sleepwalked into peeing in the kitchen, right in front of/onto the (closed) fridge. :o :-[

Mum was wondering why I was so intent the next day on mopping the kitchen floor. ::) Of course I never confessed, and I don't think she guessed. Whew.

duuuude.
Shane does this when he drinks too much.

but he seems to associate doors with places to pee--the first incident involved him going out to the kitchen in my first apt, opening the closet door, and pissing all over the side of the can redemption box.  >:(  I actually had to kinda slap him around to wake him up enough so he'd clean up his damn mess.

I once caught him out in the kitchen, one hand on the open fridge door, other hand...eh, aiming and ready to fire. Luckily I caught him before any of the fridge contents were "fired upon," because by that time I'd learned to follow him whenever he got up in the middle of the night/after being passed out.

Another time, I woke up to the sound of cans and bottles being shuffled through, and found Shane in the kitchen, pants down, making a toilet seat out of the can and bottle redemption box. Once I got into the kitchen, he was already squatted down on/in the box...My angry cries of "SHANE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" were met with a mumbled response of "Ahm poopin.."

thankfully he didn't actually get anything out before I yanked him up by the arm and shoved him into the bathroom.
::)

oy.

When I was in College, I had the misfortune of seeing a grown man trying to drink beer through his anus. Not a pretty sight.

That's like what was on this show! I'm truly sorry.
I would imagine that was slightly traumatic not to mention awkward.

I still can't really talk about it. Yet. ;D