Drunk Funny Stories Novels & Stories

Don't you start with m-, shh answer his question. "I did, I already ate three times today but I'm just really stressed and when I'm stressed I get hungry and cranky," I explained and he nodded while sipping his beer. That beverage doesn't look nice right now. Why did I ever drink it? I vow to myself to never touch a beer ever again. "Oh okay. So as I was saying, Jamie didn't want to tell his annoying mother to fuck off so I did it for him, hilarious right?" He laughed and I looked at him confused. Which part of this sentence is funny?

What started off as a fairly subdued group quickly opened up as each of them told funny stories about themselves, knowing that Mark, Myra and Maddy didn't really know any of them. Mark told them of how he'd been so hungover in a lecture at college once that he'd fallen asleep and when he woke up it took him three hours to discover he had drawings on his face. Maddy told them of a photoshoot she'd done where she fainted in front of a client but still got the job, and of how she once did the infamous 'skirt-tucked-into-her-underwear' thing and no-one told her.

Everyone was loose, even Hendrix was drinking. “Neria, you don’t drink?” “Well, someone has to keep an eye on these two.” I said, gesturing to Hendrix and Ryan. The table laughed and once again began reciting all the times, mostly Ryan, had gone drunk and caused a mess. The one where he nearly got deported from Russia would never get old. Hendrix stopped Zed and told the story himself, he was a good story teller, the table nearly dead with laughter. Hendrix himself was nearly dead with laughter as he recited that crazy night.

*********************** *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?

The first and the last time we had clubbed had been on the night of our graduation from high school. The talking guy, seeing that none of his talks were getting to either I or Lucy, proposed a better drink to what we were taking. According to him, we were taking just water, a stupid humour that I wouldn't even call humour, because what I had been drinking was nowhere the cooling taste of water, and the joke wasn’t even damn funny.

I uttered, and just as expected, after having six shots, we are already getting drunk. Yhannie was already starting to give me that horrible drunk laugh. I admit I missed every single sound of it. She's now telling me some funny things that have happened to her, and I instantly became jealous of her. She had a fascinating life after I was gone, while my life wasn't that exciting, except for some of the pleasures I've got from hookups.

Brooke said. Lone drunk men DO stumble into Ladies' rooms - usually to vomit. Frat brothers hit on each other's girls - men are pigs. Greeks are pigs with tie pins and secret handshakes. Drunk people do not demolish another person's drink then offer up their own. The spilling of alcohol is a drink-worthy event which you can't do if you have given your drink away.

Yeah, she’s way past drunk. Devon starts laughing and doesn’t stop until he nearly out of his chair. This has to be the least funny thing to happen in a long time. We’re all drunk and most of what has been said here today is going to be disregarded tomorrow, so there’s no use in taking any of it seriously.

“It did not explode.” “It made a sound!” I laughed so hard my stomach started hurting while Astarian threw one of the small cushions at me. “Stop laughing.” He groaned, though he was laughing too now. The drinks kept disappearing little by little as more stories came, embarrassing moments, failed training sessions, punishments from our fathers, nights we snuck out together and got caught, and by the time another bottle was opened, Astarian was already speaking louder than normal while my own cheeks had grown warm from alcohol.

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.