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Today I remembered that when I used to smoke marijuana, I thought it would be a stellar idea for a studio to film a stand alone Kramer Meets Urkel movie, wherein the basic plot would be that a dejected Urkel, fresh off reverting back from his Stephan form permanently and divorcing Laura, has moved into a seedy New York apartment down the hall from Kramer, estranged from his former friends for shooting the video that landed them in jail. Initially they get along until Kramer gets a little weirded out by his clingyness, but turns about on a dime and comes back when he hears him explain that he wants to show him his new invention, one that Kramer suspects has incredible commercial potential.

Yeah, I thought that'd be great, but in my defense mostly in a campy way.

Have you ever had rotten ideas like this while intoxicated? Mostly for dumb stories or novel products, less so concerning drunken stunts and the like.

I once spent like half an hour talking about octopuses and then about 5-10 minutes pretending I was an octopus. My sober friends were quite amused. Ahh dxm...

I think I remember thinking that it would be a great idea, right then, to go out and start pumping shit out of porta-potties to sell to farmers as fertilizer. That didn't last long.

Generally speaking? Communicating and/or interacting with people who weren't as drunk as I am.

Once, while drunk, I decided that what I really wanted was a glass of champagne.

I sure regretted that the next morning.

One time, me and several friends went hiking (Five Mile Peak, I think it was called, near Lake George). On the top of the trail we smoked some marijuana, and had a forty-five minute conversation about what it would feel like to be a glacier. Seriously.

Not really an idea per say, but I did think throwing a thrown up piece of pepperoni at my buddy's wife was hilarious while wasted in their bathtub. We're still on good terms.

After giving this topic some thought, I've come to the conclusion that most of my wasted ideas are unfit for the general public.

Believe me, you do not want to know. I could concieveably get banned for posting some of that shit.

However, a group idea for the porn series FUCK MY FILTHY SHITHOLE was quite amusing...as was that night's Brain Spackle (tm), a Do-It-Yourself Kit, for removing those unsightly cerebral convolutions.
Now with cranial saw!


FUCK MY FILTHY SHITHOLE PART 3, THE MOVIE!

TithonusSyndrome wrote:Today I remembered that when I used to smoke marijuana, I thought it would be a stellar idea for a studio to film a stand alone Kramer Meets Urkel movie, wherein the basic plot would be that a dejected Urkel, fresh off reverting back from his Stephan form permanently and divorcing Laura, has moved into a seedy New York apartment down the hall from Kramer, estranged from his former friends for shooting the video that landed them in jail. Initially they get along until Kramer gets a little weirded out by his clingyness, but turns about on a dime and comes back when he hears him explain that he wants to show him his new invention, one that Kramer suspects has incredible commercial potential.

Yeah, I thought that'd be great, but in my defense mostly in a campy way.

Have you ever had rotten ideas like this while intoxicated? Mostly for dumb stories or novel products, less so concerning drunken stunts and the like.

sadly, that probably could have gotten the green light back in the day if it had been presented to the powers that be...

In a drunken dream I seemed to think factoring was really simply, I just had to solve X mod(n) = 0 for n.

So silly.

At the Roger Waters concert last summer, my friend and I expectedly became extremely hungry. So we decided to walk a few blocks downtown, away from the LRT station we were at, and find a restaurant. Obviously, we became horridly lost, eventually hitting the river, before two hours later arriving back at the same station where we started. A look at a map the next morning revealed that we had actually walked parallel to all the LRT stations for the entire length of the track in downtown, only one block away.

While more than just mildly intoxicated, my friends and I developed "The Tale of Virginia Dickinson Plath"

The mail character was, obviously, a combination of Virginia Woolf, Emily Dickinson, and Sylvia Plath. The story was loosely based on all three of their lives. VDP was an agoraphobic and stayed up in her room all day, and decided she wanted to kill herself. She attempted to drown herself in the nearby lake, but due to a recent drought the water was only up to her knees, and this attempt resulted in an epic fail. On the way out of the lake she tripped and was duly soaked. When she got back to her house she didn't feel like changing her clothes, so she turned the oven on a low heat to dry herself out. This was taking too long, so she climbed into the oven herself, and summarily died. It was to be made into a children's book.

Note: This tale is only even mildly amusing if you are familiar with the three authors...

Getting intoxicated was how we came up with most of the ideas for the mountain bike movie that we're now filming footage for. One of the ideas which didn't make the cut went something like this.

The scene would start with several cops surrounding a house, then a guy on a mountain bike wearing full body armour would crash through the patio door, send glass flying everywhere, and run over one of the cops, the cops would go "wtf holy shit!" and stand around looking stunned, then one of the cops would commandeer a bike off a passerby and chase after the 1st mountain biker. Then we'd cut to a city chase filmed with helmet cams where the bikers would cut on & off the sidewalks, bump into people and run them over, jump stairs, air off loading dock ramps and do all kinds of other crazy shit.

This was supposed to be the opening intro to our movie. For obvious reasons, we didn't film it.

Given that most of my inebriation isn't from drinking these days my motivation to follow through my wacky ideas is somewhat lessened. Those I do go through with usually involve the cullenary, last week I couldn't decided if i wanted pizza or a chinese, so I got both, peperoni passion from Dominoes and poured my chicken fried rice over the pizza. It was something different.

Dude, that actually sounds good though.

Oh yeah, it went down a treat. On the same night I also got the idea of getting a mowhawk. I'm 27 years old and I have a fecking mowhawk, but I'm sticking with it, I like the reaction I get on the bus.

Lord Pounder wrote:Oh yeah, it went down a treat. On the same night I also got the idea of getting a mowhawk. I'm 27 years old and I have a fecking mowhawk, but I'm sticking with it, I like the reaction I get on the bus.

Have you ever tried this the morning after?

Slice of cold cheese pizza (or pepperoni with the pepporoni taken off), with maple syrup drizzled on it. It is FANTASTIC.

One horrible idea I had while drunk was "I'll hump the fat one."

But more along the lines you're thinking of, I was thinking it would be cool if we could give US Army paratroopers mountain bikes so they wouldn't have to walk when they landed.

Coyote wrote:One horrible idea I had while drunk was "I'll hump the fat one."

But more along the lines you're thinking of, I was thinking it would be cool if we could give US Army paratroopers mountain bikes so they wouldn't have to walk when they landed.

That's a great idea, I think. Other than landing on top of it, I don't see how that's not a bad idea. One or two, just for recon, I would think.

A terrible idea? Try attempting to cook eggs on an electric skillet that didn't require a stove to begin with. My friend, who was preparing something next to me and wasn't drunk, saved the day.