Drunk Texting Memes Novels & Stories

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!

She started to say “Hey it’s okay. Forget it. Let’s just do the drunk baby giraffe.” He continued with a smile. The goofiness continued long into the night. Eventually Melissa needed to sit down. Taking a booth they sat with drinks Melissa drinking beer, Brock drinking water. “You know Brock.” Melissa was slurring her words “You’re a good fiend.” “A fiend? Oh you mean friend.” Brock corrected. “Thas wut I zed. Fiend.” Melissa slurred

ph/GigaLifeApp I frowned upon reading it. What the heck! Maybe it was sent to the wrong person? But it's impossible to be a wrong send, and what's with the 50 MB left when I'm connected to Wi-Fi! I didn't reply, but I received another text from the same number. People nowadays do nothing but deceive! From: +639********* Hey! That's all it said in the text, so I was puzzled. Then Drake suddenly popped into my mind. Knowing Drake, he loves to tease. Maybe it's his new number and he just wants to mess with me. Oh well, I knew it! He loves to tease me!

Grinding my teeth, I clicked into Noah’s DMs, heart already sinking, because I knew what I’d find. My last drunken text message from last night. It sat there, ticked as read, with no reply. >I miss u so much. I still can’t sleep. Still think ab you every time I wake up. Did you eat today? Fuck I'm so drunkkkkeeueyr. Love you " God, kill me. But shame wasn’t something I really understood when it came to Noah. So I typed again. >Hey, good morning sorry about those texts from last night. I hit 30 reps on the bench today. My chest is killing me but it’s good pain. You’d be impressed.

I waited for the medicine to kick in so I can think clearly. “I love you Drakey,” I whispered. “Can't you love me too?” I feel my face turns crimson red as the bits and pieces of what happened last night slowly come back to haunt me. The drinking - damn it, I curse myself for being so reckless. My horny self – double shit. I cover my face in embarrassment as the image of me dry-humping Drake crosses my mind. I swear that’s the last time I will be drinking like that. “I see that you remember now,” Drake said teasingly. I took a peek at him and god he’s killing me. Here I am dying of embarrassment while he sat there against his headboard, head tilted, with a mischievous smile on his lips, look

I yelled over the noise, sharing glasses with Liam. His smile was the mirror of the flashing lights in a club. “For all the surprises that turn life into a journey.” we toast and keep on drinking one shot after another along with other alcoholic drinks until we begin to feel dizzy and out of our minds. We got crazy wild after drinking too much.

They include: - Hi (too eager, deletes after typing) - Thanks, Dr. Black! (too cheerful, sounds like I'm trying to marry his malpractice insurance) - So you're alive. (an active violation of the Geneva Convention) - Are all your patients this lucky or just the ones who almost die. (probably correct, definitely unhinged) - Hi, this is Emma Park. I am not driving. Have a good day. (this is probably it) I open the text thread. Read his message again. Type the boring one. Stare at it. Stare some more. Hit send.

I drank far more than I should have, trying to drown the mess in my head. By the time I was properly drunk, I was a wreck. I kept calling Riven. Over and over. He didn’t pick up. So I started messaging him like a fool. Me: I’m sorry for whatever I did. Please talk to me. Me: I don’t even know what I did wrong. Just tell me. Me: I need to see you. Please. Let’s meet. I miss you. Me: Fuck! Riven, please. Reply to me just this last time.

or two bottles of alcohol. I kept drinking till l was sent out of the bar cause I was drunk to stupor. * * I staggered into my car and ignited the engine subconsciously. I brought out my phone which was in the front pocket of my trouser. I blindly dialed Jeremy's number and he picked up almost immediately. "Hey, dude."He called trying to sound cheerful but even a drunk me knows that something is bothering him. "Jeremy...Jeremy Sanchez"I called belching loudly. "Are you okay Jeff?"He asked worriedly.

My brain was consumed with thoughts of jealousy of whoever Greg was going to end up with tonight. At ten thirty, it dawned on me that I had drunk a bottle of wine and wasted my night thinking about things that I couldn't do and things that were never going to happen. I realized that texting people while drunk is a big mistake, but I did it anyway because I couldn't control my behavior. I texted Greg, "Hey, I hope you're having fun. Just checking to see if you are coming home tonight?" I grew frustrated staring at my phone for the next half hour waiting for a response. Then, at eleven, he texted me back. "Hey, Mom. Not sure yet. Why? Do you miss me? LOL"