Drunken...?fun?

[Phalanx]

Myself and friends have drinking nights here'n there.
I wish they could all be tequila nights or coctails, but unfortunately it's mainly beer...aaanyways, that said last night I was reminded that not all beer was shitty - had us some large cans of Kilkenny Draught, which I've had before but not in some time...I will say this much, if you have non beer drinking friends, give them this. Smoothe, not full of bubbles, great pure, clean and crisp flavour - with a head that gives its other big name irish contender a run for its money.

So, Kilkenny pimping aside, there was drunkness.

This seems the time we (mainly one particular friend and I) try and inflict pain on eachother in various ways. Fire, bludgeoning, wax, slaps, yknow nothing too bad but just some spiteful shit...etc. Last time it was taking turns smashing eachother in the forearm with a pastry rolling pin, leaving some nice welts and bruising.
This time a stapler came into play.
The zone we went for wasn't too bad, I guess, or it seemed unlikely to be any real damage done (I'm sure if we thought about it, that would seem wrong) it was the flesh between the thumb and finger.
So last night we thought it would be a good idea to use some ice first, which in itself was actually pretty painful.
We kind've numbed the general area, he went first, placed the stapler on the "top" side of the area, and I gladly smacked the top of it down.
I has theorised this a little before, that maybe the most of what you'd feel would be the impact of the stapler. So yeah, we both thought it hadn't worked, looked at his hand, and there was the (medium sized) staple, in as far with both prongs as it could go. He hadda take it out with a fork and it absolutely pissed blood out of one of the wounds - may have hit a vein?
So when we stopped laughing, he did the same to me but somehow drunkly fucked up, and only one of the staple prongs went in, about half way.
The mental preparation was the worst part of this, and it was very disappointing - because I knew I had to do it myself now...so I did, and yeah, the only thing I felt was the stapler hitting he, and there it was, banged right in.
Pulling it out is rather interesting, still couldn't really feel anything on account of the ice, but the flesh/skin can really hold on, the staple raising small mountains of flesh with them as they came out. So yeah, I bled a few drops, but not much really when I eventually took it out.
I'll have to take photos next time.
Thinking about trying an eyebrow peirce or a staple to the arm/chest next time.
Also, when I woke up this morning I decided to do it again, on my other hand, just to see if I could bring myself do to it NOT drunk, and the difference in how it felt. I won't lie and say it was painless, but really much more minimal than you'd expect. Again, the mental preparation is by far the most trying part of the process.

Well, there, thought I'd share, and hope that some small amount of entertainment was had in the reading.
G'day.

[Psycom5k]

Myself and friends have drinking nights here'n there.
I wish they could all be tequila nights or coctails, but unfortunately it's mainly beer...aaanyways, that said last night I was reminded that not all beer was shitty - had us some large cans of Kilkenny Draught, which I've had before but not in some time...I will say this much, if you have non beer drinking friends, give them this. Smoothe, not full of bubbles, great pure, clean and crisp flavour - with a head that gives its other big name irish contender a run for its money.

So, Kilkenny pimping aside, there was drunkness.

This seems the time we (mainly one particular friend and I) try and inflict pain on eachother in various ways. Fire, bludgeoning, wax, slaps, yknow nothing too bad but just some spiteful shit...etc. Last time it was taking turns smashing eachother in the forearm with a pastry rolling pin, leaving some nice welts and bruising.
This time a stapler came into play.
The zone we went for wasn't too bad, I guess, or it seemed unlikely to be any real damage done (I'm sure if we thought about it, that would seem wrong) it was the flesh between the thumb and finger.
So last night we thought it would be a good idea to use some ice first, which in itself was actually pretty painful.
We kind've numbed the general area, he went first, placed the stapler on the "top" side of the area, and I gladly smacked the top of it down.
I has theorised this a little before, that maybe the most of what you'd feel would be the impact of the stapler. So yeah, we both thought it hadn't worked, looked at his hand, and there was the (medium sized) staple, in as far with both prongs as it could go. He hadda take it out with a fork and it absolutely pissed blood out of one of the wounds - may have hit a vein?
So when we stopped laughing, he did the same to me but somehow drunkly fucked up, and only one of the staple prongs went in, about half way.
The mental preparation was the worst part of this, and it was very disappointing - because I knew I had to do it myself now...so I did, and yeah, the only thing I felt was the stapler hitting he, and there it was, banged right in.
Pulling it out is rather interesting, still couldn't really feel anything on account of the ice, but the flesh/skin can really hold on, the staple raising small mountains of flesh with them as they came out. So yeah, I bled a few drops, but not much really when I eventually took it out.
I'll have to take photos next time.
Thinking about trying an eyebrow peirce or a staple to the arm/chest next time.
Also, when I woke up this morning I decided to do it again, on my other hand, just to see if I could bring myself do to it NOT drunk, and the difference in how it felt. I won't lie and say it was painless, but really much more minimal than you'd expect. Again, the mental preparation is by far the most trying part of the process.

Well, there, thought I'd share, and hope that some small amount of entertainment was had in the reading.
G'day.

Man... I had a really fucked up statement to say, but.... I don't know how people would take it so I withdrew it at this time. BUT, I know what thats like, never did the staple thing, but me and my friends will play with ciggarettes, or at least used to. Until they got those damn papers that put out the smokes. we would press our forearms together and in the little trench between them, we would put a lit ciggarette. And the first one to move their arm lost. Other than that we would play bitchslap, basicly he clasp eachothers hand, so that the backs are facing outwards, like both left or both right, and then go back and forth trying to hit them as hard as we could. And whoever let go three times, whether on purpose or slipping(we'd have judges to decide whos fault it was if it slipped) gets slapped in the face by the other person. The problem is, is when you get two stupid motherfuckers who don't let go, and keep hitting and hitting and hitting until their hands are blown up and bruised. Other than that we just play drinking games. We invented a game, which was strictly for liquor. Where we would each roll a die(or dice... whatever the singular term is) and rolled lower than the other had to take the difference in shots. And we had 10 rounds in the game. This game was aptly named A.P.(Alchohol Poisoning(and I don't suggest this game unless you can hold your liquor)).