Drunk Texting Memes Novels & Stories

Twenty five missed calls! Bella: Where are you? Caren: We can't just make plans and you back out... angry emoji face Bella: Which hellhole are you stuck in caren: If you don't reply in five minutes we are going home without you Bella: Hey are you okay, I heard things got messed up between you and that pighead called Mark Caren: sorry for the bad words, I was drunk , ( crying emoji face) And many more drunken shitty texts.

I was good with time. Me: We're god. No Straight attaches. Whats app? And sent. Well, there goes my brain-to-fingers coordination. Even the text editing thing made me chuckle. Oh, fuck it. I was chewing my cold sandwich, washing it down with some water when her new text came in. Amber: Leo, you're drunk. It's still in five the afternoon. I'm still at my grandparents, but I'm coming right over. No more drinking. I laughed and the delicious mayo and cheese combo sauce dripped over my phone screen. Ugh. Okay...no eating while texting.

She chimes. "It isn't funny, Tarra. I think I might have said or done something to make him leave early. Oh, and did I mention he fucked his Uber driver?" I ask, and her eyebrows shoot up. "Yup, caught her walking out of our room this morning." "Crayvin is still a manwhore I see." "Sure is," I grumble, arching my head back again. "What is wrong with me? Drunk texting is bad. They should invent a system that hooks a breathalyzer to your phone to prevent a person from doing it."

: It's already five can beer that I already drank, don't worry I'm not a light drinker, I won't get drunk easily while drinking beer and don't worry Xavy is serious on watching the superheroes movies he didn't even take off his glance on the Tv screen. : By the way, focus on your meeting and stop texting me while you are in a meeting or else i'll get mad. Xoxo. She sighed and then she also find the name Heira on her contact, once she find it already she message her. To: Honey <3 (by the way, she's the one who put her name under honey on her name on my contacts.) :Hey, I drank your beer thanks by the way... kekekeke She chuckled at what she texted to her. She didn't have to wait for her repli

With a sigh, she unlocked her phone, intending to type a quick message. But as her thumb hovered over his contact name, something caught her eye. An old message thread. Her brows knitted together as she scrolled up. And then—her stomach dropped. Oh my God. She had… drunk-texted Lucas? Her heart pounded as she skimmed through the messages, feeling the blood drain from her face. Each incoherent text was worse than the last—a chaotic mess of typos and stubborn insistence that she was, in fact, not drunk. Lara groaned and clamped a hand over her mouth, mortified.

If you have ever been drunk while driving you would understand how I feel, I almost is a shift of chances, I ran into a trailer because I was drunk and suddenly went into a sharp deep sleep on the starring, next was a bright headlight the vehicle sparkles out my consciousness when I knew I was face to face with a trailer. It was like a movie when a huge dog bounced on my car and pulled me out, the way my car was compressed from the smash of the heavy-duty trailer, one would describe the driver's body as shrinking into a squeezed paper. Drake pops up with an unplanned smile on his face and both of hugged each other like a brother who had missed the other and the unhugged.

He has a beautiful cock. A large cock. A glorious throbbing, always-ready cock. I think I'm drunk. I start to type what's going through my head. How do you spell glorious? Instead, I type: *Aw. no 1 too suck.* Why is typing so hard? My hands feel so slow. No one to suck your cock is what I mean, but it looks wrong on the screen. *What’s with the spelling? Are you drunk? Where are you?* I exhale heavily. If Dorian would stop texting me, I could call a cab and get home.

to make it special for my 21st I'm starting to feel my first drink I'm in the music I decide to text Arron I told him it's my birthday and asked if he would come out to celebrate with me I told him I was lit and wanted him. Arron replies in 2 minutes, saying he is getting dressed and will be on the way before he arrives. I realize I’m so drunk that I can hardly keep up stumbling to the restroom. I closed the stall door and decided to force myself to vomit to reduce the alcohol that was already in my body. By the time I was done, I got a call from Arron saying he was there. I try to move quickly, but I’m still very much drunk; I’m sure he noticed. I’m kissing all over his neck and mouth. We

I don't even use that word regularly with my straight homies so I don't know where the fuck that came from. Am I more gay now that I took dick and I wasn't so gay when I just fucked and got sucked? Is there more gay and less gay or is there just "gay?" I crack open my last beer before putting it down I should text Jay. Or maybe call. Call is probably better. No, I'll text. Call is probably too much. Overwhelming. For me, I mean. I pick up my phone and find our message thread. I start to type but my fingers fly all over the place, creating random words instead of sentences. Fuck. I'm drunk. I put down my phone and stand up.

I woke up the next morning to several drunk texts from Mel, and a few from Landon. Mel: Omg Emmmm! Landon jus ask about you. He thinks you're smokin. Mel: Henry just hit on me! should I go for it? I think I'm gonna go for it. Mel: I went for it! Thanks for the support! Wish you were Mel: Srry. I hit send lol oooop I drunk. I wish you were here. Say hi to your dad for me!