Drunk Cartoon Mouse Novels & Stories

I said with a frown. "Ouch"he said feigning hurt. I moaned as the chocolatey goodness melted in my mouth. "This is good"I said. "You look like a child"he joked. I pouted. "Are you done?"i asked, taking the last gulp of my glass of milk "Almost"he replied, leaning back against his chair. He drank his milk and I laughed. "What's funny?"he asked amused. "You have a milk moustache"I said pointing to the white substance under his nose.

Her voice rang out loud and merry, echoing in the warm night. Taylor, feeling a tad disoriented from the alcohol, squinted in mock disbelief, his speech slurring slightly. "Wait, wait, wait, whoa, whoa, am I dreaming or hallucinating because I'm drunk?" His words tumbled out in a drunken symphony. Castor, always quick to jest, couldn't resist giving Taylor a playful smack on the back of his head. "You dumb, people don't hallucinate when they're drunk!" Catalina joined in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Maybe he's not people but an animal, I guess."

This time I was determined not to let him have control over me. The food was surprisingly good. I ate everything and drank the water. He watched me throughout, a strange expression on his face. “What do you say, little Mouse?” he drawled, a smug smile on his face. “Thank you, it was good.” I said, keeping my eyes on the plate. Drake sat back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the table, just staring at me with those red eyes. He had his long black hair loose and it fell to his shoulders.

I facepalm internally. “I’m sorry, I just… I… Can I leave? I’ll come another time to— I’ll go get new ones…” I stammer. “No. Clean up this mess immediately.” “But sir—“ “What have I told you about buts, Minnie Mouse?” Ah yes, the only form of humor Scott has is calling me that nickname. Other than that, he is as cold as ice and very inconsiderate. “I’ll clean it right away.” Minutes later, I'm cleaning up his office while he and this woman switch positions every five minutes.

Becca hiccupped and giggled, dropping her empty glass once full of strawberry daiquiri that Luke had brought with him. After five hours of drinking orangeade, strawberry daiquiri, lemonade, punch and stories of maximum laughs and epic proportions, she was tired as fuck. If she heard one more funny one night stand story about Allison McKinney being daft as a brush, she would, literally, pass out of exhaustion. She was reeling at the idea of heading out to a friend's party that was ongoing.

*********************** *ARTURO* The party was in full swing, not looking like it was going to die down any time soon and my Mum was having a great time, I walked about giving out hugs and saying goodnight, it was time to head home and cuddle my girlfriend, she should be snug in bed by now, having dropped her slightly inebriated father home, he had drunk more than usual but with our team winning I am surprised we are not all drunk as skunks. What a silly saying that is, 'Drunk as Skunks', I wonder where that came from?

Anthonio poured the last drop of liquor into his glass and downed it. He went to the cabinet and took another bottle. “We should stop drinking.” He heard Mouse say behind him but he ignored him and brought the bottle of wine to the table. “You can go to bed if you don't feel like having another drink.” Mouse shook his head. “I'll have another drink.” Anthonio cocked the bottle open and poured into their glasses. He downed it and poured another. His phone vibrated.

Just then, a low moan escaped from his throat, "Water..." Being dehydrated was indeed one of the symptoms of drinking too much. Maverly rushed to get up and poured a glass of water for Xanthus. However, he was too drunk to drink, even with a straw. She tried helping him up and feeding him water, but he refused to drink it. Instead, he splashed the water everywhere.

While it was Luc’s first time witnessing Kirin behaving like this, he felt that he could not comprehend this young master of the Summers family anymore. In fact, Luc felt a chill down his spine. In the end, Kirin finished his drawing and stared at it. He then started laughing maniacally. On the drawing were a cat and a mouse. The cat had sharp claws and looked ferocious, while the mouse looked terrified and was trembling in the corner. “Hehehe… Tyr… our game has just begun.

the time". Fuck, I hate myself...I don't want to talk about this shit! I want to talk about how cows moo and all that fucking shit. I wanted ice cream but the doctor said I wasn't allowed to eat it. How did Dumbledor even grow that long ass beard that's as long as the Mississippi river? Why is there such song as "What does the Fox say?" when obviously, the fox says "meow"?" I cry. Maddox laughs, "What's so funny? Do I look like a clown to you? I'm fucking crying and all you're doing is being an ungrateful husband to me!"