Drunk Funny Stories Novels & Stories

The joke has gone wrong. AFTER the good treat at a proper club, we drive back home two hours later. I am so bright and incredibly happy. I am not so drunk, I think. Jex still looks sober. He only took three glasses, being careful because he has to drive us back. During our time there, Jex slapped some guy who was trying to get too close while I danced with him. I think might have just damaged my friend. There was a scene where they had a little fight. After that, he backed away and everything went back to normal before the bouncers found them.

The drunkenness hits him hard and he starts to giggle. When, 2 hours later, a security guard passes by and hears the screams, he had to call an ambulance. One of the rookies was on the verge of drowning in his vomit, 3 were badly treated by the ropes and Theo was in a full alcoholic coma. He had never drunk so much in his life. A maximum of one or two beers at a high school party. Nothing special.

One of the men drawled out a creepy smirk on his face. It was obvious him and his friends were already a bit drunk considering they were slightly swaying on their seats and have been here for quite a while downing more than just a couple of drinks. Never forgetting to make me feel uncomfortable with their uncalled for sexual jokes and advances. They were the reason I excused myself to the ladies room earlier.

"She faints at the sight of blood. How could she possibly hold a scalpel?" As if to spite me, he deliberately drank a lot more alcohol. Marcus had never been much of a drinker, and after finishing an entire bottle, there was no way he could perform surgery tomorrow. Just then, my aunt, who was caring for my mom, called. "Claire, something terrible has happened. Your mother has gotten worse..." "Aunt Jane, wait for me. I'm coming right over..." Aunt Jane's crying made everything go blank. Marcus, despite all the alcohol, went pale too. He reached for me but lost his balance, crashing into Hannah instead. Their lips collided.

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.

he asked "no I have never, and decides I don't even drink alcohol" I replied and he laughed, knowing fully well that I was lying to him "so that lady I picked up from the club that day in a drunken state wasn't you? He asked and I hissed " but I can't drink and get drunk the way you did yesterday " I said " really, but why it's good to get drunk sometimes you know " he said and I hissed "you are crazy, it's good for you, not for me" I said trying to take his hand off because what the hands had began doing behind me it's terrible

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"

So hearing this made me feel some typa way. Luna took my hands in hers and told me everything and how I stupidly cried. I felt exposed and wondered if the girl I was crying to thought I was crazy. "Shit...." was all I could say after listening to her. "See.. please talk to her." "I was drunk..okay.. fucken drunk and saying shit." She laughed, "you do notice that when people are drunk they say shit that they actually mean.." "And you do know that when people are drunk they also tell lies..."

As Taylor, Castor, and Catalina lounged in their drunken stupor, they exchanged nonsensical stories and laughed uproariously. The night air was thick with laughter and the scent of alcohol as the trio of friends engaged in a spirited exchange. Their conversations flowed like a river, each story more outlandish than the last. Catalina, her laughter infectious, couldn't help but tease Taylor. "That's so fun, you sure you really did that darn thing?" Her voice rang out loud and merry, echoing in the warm night.