When I was a child I used to think homes with multiple stories were fancier or something. Now I live in one and it's my #1 dislike. Sure, the deck is a nice feature. But, I've fallen down the inside stairs at least 5 times. Doesn't help that one section is curved and they have that vinyl planking stuff so they are slick. It also adds extra safety issues and expense for baby proofing. The laundry room is downstairs away from the living space which makes doing laundry a whole lot of running around whole carrying stuff.
Stop drinking so much? I miss my two story house. It was great for entertaining. All the bedrooms and full bathrooms were upstairs and then a single half bath downstairs.
Sober every time. Last time I was carrying a newborn... I've been super careful since then and haven't had any missteps. It's a combo of being klutzy and very distractible. Like I've gotten lost in thought along the way and missed the last steps. I think that happened 2 or 3 of the times.
Growing up our homes were all multi story and on hills. Our current house is three stories and I spend all day walking up and down stairs. Add to that the fact my house is on a hill and the driveway and front yard is like a ski slope. I can’t even conceive what it would be like living in a one story house on a flat piece of land. On the other hand it’s great exercise and the only reason I’m not even heavier than my current 250 pounds.
Yeah, fuck stairs. This is what a trip to the bathroom looked like for me until after highschool... God that walk sucked. This house was old enough that the bathroom in the southernmost corner of the house was the last room added to the house, finally replacing the outhouse.
My laundry room is on the exact opposite side of the house and two floors below my closet. I ended up just getting a rack and few baskets to keep the stuff I wear constantly as a makeshift closet in my laundry room. Nice clothes and suits stay in my closet. Just pick my clothes up after showering and take them to the laundry room and pick up the next set of clothes I’m wearing. I can barely fold my clothes after washing. I’m not schlepping them up two flights of stairs to temporary store them too. We discovered our roommate was doing this when it snowed once and the awning above our side door was drenched yellow right below the only window in his room. His room was on the third floor and the only bathroom in the house was on the first floor. His 300lb girlfriend fell through a wooden hvac grate and kicked the ducting through the ceiling of the bathroom. Boy I miss college.
I did a few times when I was around 16 and drinking 40s of Bud Ice in my room. Mom nearly caught me once cause she took the wiener dog out to potty.
A friend of mine got blackout drunk the year after college and took a huge, soft shit into the (downward-facing) HVAC intake in his apartment. He promptly passed out and slept for 12 hours. Being the middle of winter in New England, in an old house, at night, the heat ran nearly continuously during that time. The house couldn't have smelled worse if it was built over an open sewer. You could smell it from the front porch. I don't remember all of what they had to replace but he had to move out for the better part of a month.
What kind of fucking idiot…… I’ve been all kinds of drunk in my life, never would I take a dump in the fridge crisper because I THOUGHT it was the toilet. I simply cannot get to that level of drunken retardation without dying.
He had no memory of it. No idea why he thought it was a good place except that I'm guessing the only thing his brain could process was "pooping on floor bad. pooping in hole good." The intake was in his bedroom where he was passed out last we saw him.
I had a friend shit in the bathtub at one of our off-campus houses on his 22nd birthday. No one knew about it except one other person until another friend’s girlfriend went to take a shower the next morning.
One of the first times I got shithouse wasted was at my friend's older brother's apartment party when I was 16 or 17. I drank a MGD 40oz, bogarted a blunt apparently, and started chugging these Smirnoff ice drinks a girl brought. I was dead to the world in a lawn chair out back. My eyes were open and I could comprehend what was going on but couldnt move a muscle or speak. Friend convinced my buddies to lay me down inside over my inability to object. They laid me down on the floor with my head on this old Victorian wrought iron floor grate which I promptly puked my guts into. This was in the main dining room with the party still raging on around me. His brother came in and yelled at them "Why the fuck would you put him next to that grate?!?" His brother was a huge party animal and this actually kind of raised my esteem in his eyes. He later told me his dog licked up would didnt land in the grate and it took him forever to clean it out with a shop vac and get the smell out. Went to the Sugar Bowl about ten years ago and ended up piss ass wasted on the floor of our hotel. Woke up in the middle of the night and must have been half dreaming because I started pissing in what I thought was the toilet but turned out was was the desk chair lined up at the end of the bed. My buddy and his girlfriend, now wife, were awake in that bed just shaking their head and finally jolted me awake asking what the fuck was I doing. Good times.
Shortly after high school graduation a friend's parents got divorced, and he decided to throw a last big party after the house had already been sold. At some point in the evening, "Girl A" uses the only bathroom to take a piss. "Girl B" enters the bathroom, and seeing that the toilet is occupied, proceeds to throw up into the bathtub. "Girl C" stumbles in and doesn't even hesitate before dropping trou and blasting a big watery shit into the sink. I don't know if I've ever seen a woman more angry than my buddy's sister trying to deal with her friends that night. Last I heard, the girl who threw up in the bathtub is married with two kids now, and the one who shit in the sink still sucks dick for coke.
a buddy of mine fucked a girl on her period on top of what is now our kids' bathroom sink. he doesn't like to talk about that story in front of his wife
Garage night. I’ll spare you the fucked up music but not n the spirit of this thread I’m drinking Red Bull and ever clear accompanied with shots of bourbon. Tomorrow is going to be fun.