Having a backyard tent party/bonfire. Crazy *stuff* you'd suggest?

[swingard]

Assuming females will be in attendance.... A twister game spread out beside the booze.

[CHIF8008]

Actually we used 4x4's not 2x4's

[QUKBMER]

This looks fun after tossing back a few.

[QUKBMER]

Or ..this plus this.......makes alot of fun

[delatlanta1281]

My back yard parties consist of bbq, fire pit, and a big ass movie screen either playing a cool movie, or a braves game. Pretty awesome if I do say so myself.
Oh and beer, lots and lots of beer.

[QUKBMER]

We have this 120 inch projector screen cable/dvd/blueray ready

[fanboi]

Cocaine.





Instant party. Lol.

We are trying to show them a good time not ruin their fucking lives! lol

[DER E30]

Update on what happened?

[Exodus_2pt0]

Address and open invitation to R3V members?

[Dj Buttchug]

this idea is epic.

1. invite several 8/10 womens.
2. huge bonfire
3. many drinks

great recipe for memories

[deutschman]

Corn Hole man, and/or horse shoes. Beer pong can be played out side as well if its that kind of party.

[AwakenNoMore]

Combine ideas for best results, bouncy castle with twister and naked females inside.

[lambo]

Combine ideas for best results, bouncy castle with twister and naked females inside.

You forgot to add oil wrestling to that mix

[AwakenNoMore]

You forgot to add oil wrestling to that mix

okay well . . .

Bouncy castle with twister, naked females, oil wrestling and a snowblower filled with cocaine inside.

[Roysneon]

Update on what happened?

It was actually super fucked. I'm going to try to type it all out without rambling too much. I do have a witness on this forum who can vouch.

OK, so it was out in the fucking sticks so only my friends and my brother's friends that are from there actually went, which wasn't so bad actually. It was hot as balls that day as my brother, Terry (Northern) and I were setting shit up. Making a fire pit (out of an old dually wheel I found in my parent's neighbours lawn), moving picnic tables, buying fireworks and cap/nerf guns, had a washer toss and bean bag throwing game set up, which was used mostly to have bean bag fights while waiting for people to show up.

So we get tents set up, BBQ up half the food for the party before anyone showed up, drink in the heat while full of BBQ's bacon and chicken and people start showing up. Time for some fucking fire.

So we're all bumping some Earl and some Misfits and some DK, having a few drinks and talking BS. After I had about half a dozen beer the shirt comes off again. So I'm just chillin being all sexy and then this chick I work with shows up. This is, unbeknownst to me at the time, the point where it all goes hilarously wrong.

She had asked me prior to the party what I drink and what she should bring. I told her it's my party so don't feel the need to bring anything but if she insisted I drink Heineken and any kind of decent whisky. Of course she shows up with a bottle of Crown, which, I suppose is OK if you're already drunk. At that point I was already drunk for all intents and purpouses. I had about 10 or so beers in me, otherwise I would have known where this was going. Unfortunately, in my drunken party state I didn't see through her not so elaborate ruse.

So this girl is smart, we have the same sense of humour and we've hung out and stuff but she is NOT my type phsically, which is pretty important to me. Maybe like...75% of her would be my type, if you know what I mean. So I get to drinking, start jumping into/over the fire pit, hand firing fireworks, set a shipping palate on the fire apparatus and let it burn while we all stood on a corner, I was drunkest so I didn't jump off until everyone else did, just after my shoes caught on fire. I also almost got a free prize of a burning palate to the torso but my drunken ninja skills saved me. So anyway I end up hammed after screaming at my brother and this girl he should have been with about how youth is wasted on the young, et al.

I decide it's time to go pass out before I completely lose my dignity and puke or do something equally ungentlemanly. So I flop down in the tent face down, shirtless with no sleeping bag, no pillow or blanket. I lie there for a while in my "God just let me pass out or die now" world spinning drunk phase and then I think I lapsed into semi-consciousness for while until I felt something moving near or around my face.

I knew what she was doing, I even should have known how it would end and honestly maybe I did, but I was too fucked up to care, in any case, the fateful even proceded. So we start making out, whatever, it had been a while, I was looking to break the streak, I knew where this was headed.

So that's going on for a while and then it hits me. Something moving upward, and it wasn't my dong. It was about a dozen Dutch beer, chicken drumsticks and a hot dog. Manage to scurry out the tent flap and puke a bit against a tree. So now I'm thinking OK, guess that's that when suddenly I hear her say "here, drink this" while handing me a bottle of water. Hey, fucking great idea I think. That will refresh and calm me down a bit, which it would have, had it not been carbonated water. Drinking carbonated water is like taking everything that is good, pure and vital for life and making it bitter and belch inducing. I'd rather have someone shit on my soul than to trick me into drinking carbonated water.

So I get over that and then once again think "Fuck it" and get back to work. I was already halfway there but she gets the both of us mostly naked and the fucking begins. I'm behind her at this point and I'm giving her the ol' canine style pounding. I'm just starting to get my rythm going and thinking I have a handle on the situation when that same feeling comes back. The carbonated water was acting as a catalyst for my bodies desire to rid itself of the poisonous liquid and grease soaked foods I've filled it with that day. It's coming harder, quicker and with much more volume than it had earlier, and once again, I was not talking about my meat stick and goo galleries.

I knew it was a panic situation, I had to act fast to somehow save this already cursed coitus situation. I had precious little time and probably even less usable brain capacity at that point in the evening. I knew there was another door flap closer than the one I had escaped through earlier, so I flailed for it. I grasped, I clawed at it but it would not relent in its zipperflap trickery. I was out of time and stuck. My stomach erupted.

It was volcanic in every sense, hot, spicy, awe inspiring, fiery in colour and devistating. It wasn't even over that quickly, it had no mercy left for me. I was a mountain and from me was running a river of bad choices, a tributary to a stagnant sea of shame to stand as a reminder. I knew this was bad. As shitty as I felt physically, I knew this is something that will scar even the most confident and beautiful women. I was terrified of her response. I tried to get myself together in case I had to somehow try to comfort her. It's not every day that one moment a man is in your vag and the next you're trying to not be in his puke. There was a split second of further agony and then...she burst out laughing. I breathed a sigh of relief and actually probably chuckle a little myself at the whole fucking situation. I'm a big fan of obsurdity no matter how terrible the actual situations. Honestly everything after that is a bit blurry, but I do remember her saying that "I looked so peaceful" and me thinking "Guess you should have left me alone then instead of raping me", but I let that one go, I guess I'm a tactful drunk. I found my pants and shoes and after she went to go sleep in her car, I slunk off toward my parents house to sleep in their spare bedroom.

The next day started off with my father banging on the door to the spare bedroom telling me I should go tend to my guests, consisting of my best friend Northern (who I'm sure will have some details to add) and this un named co worker. I pour myself out of the bed and find a bottle of Gatorade. Dump that down my throat on the way down the stairs and then face teh blaring judgement of the sun, thrusting me into the reality of the preceding night's bad choices.

I poke my head around the corner of the house so the crime scene is visable and contemplate descending the 4 stairs from the deck to the grass when the Gatorade makes a reappearance. About a 7 foot geiser of blue electrolite and sugar filled swamp water escapes me, to the cheers of my friend and a sympathetic "aww" of the girl whos sexual future I very easily could have tainted. I knew we had to continue working together so I forced myself to not pretend nothing happened, but to just be cool with it. I go over to where they were sitting at a picnic table. Sitting up or being in direct sunlight seemed too much for me, so I layed under the table in the shade until co worker left. Terry and I ended up both falling asleep due to the heat and lack of actual sleep that occured for anyone the night before. I slept under the table but he was out in the sun, so he ended up hung over and sunburnt.

I hope that made sense to you all, I still think it's a funny fucking story to have. I know Terry has his own account of the night that is equally funny.

Cliffs:
Had backyard tent party
Got fucked up
Fucked co worker
Puked mid fuck
Didn't give a fuck