Drunk Funny Stories Novels & Stories

It makes me wonder if I really could make someone laugh without me first laughing out loud. I will tell you the reason why I laugh. I like laughing because I was meant to laugh. Simple! We were driving along a dark and sloppy road of the night. It had just rained finish but there are still some few drops of rainfall falling on our car. The vision outside wasn't clear. And if not because I'm not an alcohol drinker, I would have thought that my eyesight are getting unclear because of the alcohol. My mum is already asleep. She's quite the drinker, it wouldn't be a surprise if they said that she's sleeping. Not after drinking six bottles of alcohol. That also reminds me, my mum told me that she

Yuri nodded his head now that he was completely drunk. Soon the small shop was filled with drunk laughter causing the other customers to give them a weird glances. Some were irritated at them as they muttered among themselves. ‘Such useless teenagers…wasting away time drinking like mugs and thugs.’ A drunk man exclaimed in a loud voice. “Hey uncle don’t think you are spouting non-sense???” Elaine got up and directly pointed her fingers at a middle aged man. She was really not afraid of anything. “You are also drinking and having fun so what/s wrong with us doing same huh?” She acted like a real punk but what she said was truth.

They both seem to be heavy drinkers and we have to keep drinking along with them to maintain the interest. I have heard 3 different stories about their properties which I kid you not are not funny or interesting to hear about. I thought it was a business meeting but turns out it's all friendly, to get to know each other before they join hands in business. They also ask too many questions. Vladim sent me a message secretly, saying that I shouldn't over answer their questions, to answer vaguely. I was never a heavy drinker so could tell that I was slowly getting drunk or probably already drunk due to how light headed I was feeling, I was slowly starting to throw rubbish out of my mouth and lau

Kristina asks. “Those are terrible!” I giggle as I pass her the second bottle of wine that’s already halfway gone and say, “We really should have stayed sober if we wanted to come up with a clever slogan tonight.” “Yeah, I better quit drinking or our slogan’s gonna be ‘fall over drunk’.” “Fall on my drunk ass,” I come back with. Kristina snorts, which makes us both laugh even louder and now I'm holding my stomach as my body rolls back and I roll from side to side, holding my belly. “Stop, stop, I'm gonna pee my pants!”

she said, flicking her hair back with one hand, “a drunk lady tried to flirt with uncle Fletcher, the manager of the Harrington branch. She spilled wine on his shoe and asked if he wanted a refill.” I burst into an uncontrolled laughter, barely holding back tears. the image of a posh drunk woman offering a foot-soaked refill too ridiculous to hold in. “Oh my God,” I coughed in between laughter. “Please stop, I can’t breathe!” Daphne grinned, a satisfied look plastering her face, that she have managed to let me forget my sorrows. Well For a blissful moment, I forgot the tears, the confrontation, the weight of everything I’d said in the car. For an unknown reason I suddenly felt light since I

Axel had a prominent Adam's apple, his masculine features strikingly pronounced. A man like that… must be strong in that regard too. Compared to him, my boyfriend—though boyish and cute—could never satisfy me. Every time, before I even felt anything, he was already pulling up his pants. The comparison left me feeling restless, unsatisfied. By the time we were halfway through the night, we were all dizzy with alcohol. The moment we stepped out of the bar, the world was already spinning. Urged on by the alcohol, my body felt like a parched field, desperate for a spring rain. The only thought was to get a room with my boyfriend and release it all.

We ended up taking turns talking about our worst luck ever, which resulted in some pretty funny stories. The bottle managed to make it around again, with an awful lot of ogling going on, and a lot of slurring of the words. When the bottle passed me, it felt like it was only about a 1/3 full.

I was having drinks at a friend’s house, and several of his other friends were there. They’re all straight (supposedly lol). We started getting kinda drunk, and my friend cracked a joke about me being gay. It’s totally fine, we joke about that stuff all the time.

“You look like someone who could use a good laugh.” I raise an eyebrow. “Do I?” “Yep. Lucky for you, I’m full of stories. Did I ever tell you about the time I outran a tornado in my old pickup truck?” I blink. “I don’t think so.” He launches into a tale so animated and absurd I can’t help but laugh. “...And there I was, wind howlin’, my dog howlin’, and me screamin’ at the top of my lungs like a banshee! But we made it, me and ol’ Duke.”

he sounded so level headed, so calm and collected- it turned me on for some reason. I thought I’d be offended. But all I could do was laugh, this drink is working. He looked at me with amusement, he probably thinks I’m crazy. “Well I guess we’re both fools for falling in love. Cheers to that” with that, I down the remainder of my drink. He chuckles, damn he sounds so good. “You’re funny, but I’d like to believe it’s only because your drunk right now” I gasped “I’m very offended! I’m the funniest woman you’d ever meet. My sense of humor is unmatched, sober or drunk; but recently, I just laugh at myself. It’s pitiful, almost comical you know?”