Drunk Funny Stories Novels & Stories

“Can we please talk about something else?” I groaned as Jake went on to another story about me. “I think that the last story about me running naked through the high school is enough.” I stated, going to grab myself another beer from the fridge. “Isn’t this what families do? Tell embarrassing stories about each other in front of their significant others?” Jake laughed, taking the beer I handed him. “You should have heard the stories Amalia’s parents told me. Skinny dipping in the neighbor’s pool was one of my favorites!”

Luke Fagundes That night took a long time to pass. At least I had that impression. I didn’t connect with those things anymore. While I had a glass of juice and my old friends, at least for a long time I called them, laughed at me, the rest of them got drunk, sinking into a fake fun. How many times did I do that, get drunk and smile to hide how unhappy my life was?

Otis cheerfully said while putting some beers in front of us. "Cheers" at the same time we raised the glasses before drinking it, well I'm not drinking liquor juice only I have but Venus and Otis proceed to a hard drink while Zake's drinking Vodka. We just talked and laughed while Otis was telling all sorts of nonsense, He was always the one who is assigned in the story like this and he never let us down because he never seemed to run out of stories. “Mud shit, the man said oh boy where does your house live? Hahahahaha ”Otis shouting his storytelling already and I know he is drunk.

They are definitely fucking. Laughter rippled through the air as Rhett told a story on how a one night stand ghosted him and stole his money. "How the fuck do you even allow that to happen." Marcello shook his head as he cut into his steak. Rhett sighed, taking a sip of his wine. "I was drunk. You can't blame the guy." he protested. I hadn't noticed until now but I enjoyed Rhett's personality. He always found a way to lighten up the mood with his charming and humorous personality.

I laughed. "Nandini," he growled. "Okay, chill," I stopped laughing and looked at him. He did look pissed off. "Come, let's go and drink," I offered. "What?" He replied in a tone of shock. "Yeah. We do love to drink whenever we're frustrated or upset to get rid of that pain. Most probably we drink with our friends, but after that, when a guy gets seriously drunk, he does receive a nice amount of rehabilitation from his wife, so you can prevent that," I pitched in a sarcastic tone.

"You sure look better now." "And you look... worse." As far as jokes went, it was a lame joke, one that would not have made anyone event crack a smile normally, but it somehow managed to crack us both up. A second later, Silas and I were laughing like loons, laughing our heads off, clutching the counter to keep from toppling over. Silas stopped to burp and that set us both off again. Silas's unsteady hands poured us both a large glass of whisky.

I answered, smirking. "I'll take your word for it then." he chuckled then brought our drinks. Jules and I drank our drinks until we lost all composure. "That guy is hot!" I giggled as I pointed at a man opposite us. "You've been saying that for the past 28 guys we've seen." Jules groaned then burst into a giggle. We were completely drunk and didn't know what we were saying.

speech of a drunkard, I didn't speak to avoid their insults, instead I just continued to buy oil. "Oh... that one is a slob, where is your tall handsome husband? I'm handsome too miss, he only has two baths for me," his companions laughed at what his colleague pointed out. "Why did you laugh? I told the truth!" said the drunk in annoyance, "Tol, he only has two years with you, not a day!" piss of this drunken drinker, I quickly paid to leave the store. But just as I was about to leave, it blocked my path.

Beyond that, there were a lot of different people who came up and told funny stories about the year that had passed. It was a great party. People were just having fun, enjoying the fact that they could let loose, that they could just enjoy themselves. The drunker they got, the harder it was for me to decode their accents. But even through my hardship, I could still sense when it was acceptable to laugh and when not to.

“And that is funny?” “No, not that part. It is funny because afterward you and Charlie snuck a bottle of brandy out of your father’s stash and got drunk in the barn. I found the two of you curled up on a hay bale, snoring so loudly the horses were kicking restlessly at their stall doors.” “I don’t snore.” “You do, babe. When you are drunk, you do.” I couldn’t help the smile that jumped to my lips. I kind of liked when he teased me.