[Jiggly]

I was reading some silly articles on VICE and came across this golden article about a guy who drunk texted an "Ask an Aquarium Educator” number.

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Every one of us has hit that point after three or four drinks when it seems like a super idea to pick up our phones and get in touch with…  somebody. That’s when we start regrettably swiping our way through dating apps, when we text ‘wyd’ to the first ex in our contacts, and when we start leaving heart-eye emojis on total strangers’ TikToks. But even those of us who have been bladdered enough to leave actual voicemails for our most recent exes probably haven’t done what one guy did in Charleston over the weekend. That dude got wrecked, grabbed his phone and, over the course of two hours, sent seven questions to the South Carolina Aquarium’s “Ask an Aquarium Educator” number. Just after 10:30 on Saturday night, he wrote that he was standing at an intersection in the city and wanted to know what he would’ve seen in that spot 10,000 years ago. Then he asked what marine biologists found interesting about the area, and what they disagreed about. Shortly after midnight, he texted again to ask why seahorses “grab anything they can with their prehensile tail,” and why people are advised to eat oysters in months that have an R in their names. (Also, mad props to anyone who can pull the word ‘prehensile’ out of their frontal lobe after midnight.)

I think I've only ever drunk messaged my Mum about some questions over my family tree. Can't complain too much!

[Alex1759]

Not drunk, but I dropped 3 tabs of acid and texted everyone in my phone that I was about to die and I loved them all. A very hard next day trying to explain to my aunts and uncles why I texted them....

[Jiggly]

Not drunk, but I dropped 3 tabs of acid and texted everyone in my phone that I was about to die and I loved them all. A very hard next day trying to explain to my aunts and uncles why I texted them....

I was going to say, you shouldn't gravedig old threads... but that is golden. Did you have loads of missed calls from people checking on you? xD

[Accident Man]

I once drunkenly wrote a sexual message to my fianceé via WhatsApp, however, I had accidentally sent it to my work group chat. Luckily, not many people saw it as it was very late at night/early hours of the morning.

[Jiggly]

I once drunkenly wrote a sexual message to my fianceé via WhatsApp, however, I had accidentally sent it to my work group chat. Luckily, not many people saw it as it was very late at night/early hours of the morning.

That's hilarious. I once knew someone who (not even drunk) sent a clip of his manhood to his girlfriend via snapchat. Except he didn't send it to his gf. He sent it to everyone.

[Accident Man]

I once drunkenly wrote a sexual message to my fianceé via WhatsApp, however, I had accidentally sent it to my work group chat. Luckily, not many people saw it as it was very late at night/early hours of the morning.

That's hilarious. I once knew someone who (not even drunk) sent a clip of his manhood to his girlfriend via snapchat. Except he didn't send it to his gf. He sent it to everyone.

Mistakes are easily made via Snapchat, that is for sure.

[botts]

I was reading some silly articles on VICE and came across this golden article about a guy who drunk texted an "Ask an Aquarium Educator” number.

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Every one of us has hit that point after three or four drinks when it seems like a super idea to pick up our phones and get in touch with…  somebody. That’s when we start regrettably swiping our way through dating apps, when we text ‘wyd’ to the first ex in our contacts, and when we start leaving heart-eye emojis on total strangers’ TikToks. But even those of us who have been bladdered enough to leave actual voicemails for our most recent exes probably haven’t done what one guy did in Charleston over the weekend. That dude got wrecked, grabbed his phone and, over the course of two hours, sent seven questions to the South Carolina Aquarium’s “Ask an Aquarium Educator” number. Just after 10:30 on Saturday night, he wrote that he was standing at an intersection in the city and wanted to know what he would’ve seen in that spot 10,000 years ago. Then he asked what marine biologists found interesting about the area, and what they disagreed about. Shortly after midnight, he texted again to ask why seahorses “grab anything they can with their prehensile tail,” and why people are advised to eat oysters in months that have an R in their names. (Also, mad props to anyone who can pull the word ‘prehensile’ out of their frontal lobe after midnight.)

I think I've only ever drunk messaged my Mum about some questions over my family tree. Can't complain too much!

That would have to be my Boss, they offered me overtime. Something like "botts, would you be able to do overtime this saturday 7:45-5:45?".

I am not sure why, but I replied "The real question is, would YOU be able to do overtime this saturday?"

Extremely embarrassing.

[Jiggly]

I was reading some silly articles on VICE and came across this golden article about a guy who drunk texted an "Ask an Aquarium Educator” number.

Code:

Every one of us has hit that point after three or four drinks when it seems like a super idea to pick up our phones and get in touch with…  somebody. That’s when we start regrettably swiping our way through dating apps, when we text ‘wyd’ to the first ex in our contacts, and when we start leaving heart-eye emojis on total strangers’ TikToks. But even those of us who have been bladdered enough to leave actual voicemails for our most recent exes probably haven’t done what one guy did in Charleston over the weekend. That dude got wrecked, grabbed his phone and, over the course of two hours, sent seven questions to the South Carolina Aquarium’s “Ask an Aquarium Educator” number. Just after 10:30 on Saturday night, he wrote that he was standing at an intersection in the city and wanted to know what he would’ve seen in that spot 10,000 years ago. Then he asked what marine biologists found interesting about the area, and what they disagreed about. Shortly after midnight, he texted again to ask why seahorses “grab anything they can with their prehensile tail,” and why people are advised to eat oysters in months that have an R in their names. (Also, mad props to anyone who can pull the word ‘prehensile’ out of their frontal lobe after midnight.)

I think I've only ever drunk messaged my Mum about some questions over my family tree. Can't complain too much!

That would have to be my Boss, they offered me overtime. Something like "botts, would you be able to do overtime this saturday 7:45-5:45?".

I am not sure why, but I replied "The real question is, would YOU be able to do overtime this saturday?"

Extremely embarrassing.

LOL that could have been so much worse. My mum once had her boss drunk text her saying nice things about her xD It was adorable and weird in equal measure!

[Zack_puffs]

Before passing out of being drunk I texted my ex I love you and lets get married and get a kangaroo. Idk wth I wanted a kangaroo at that time but yeah she kinda knew I was drunk, so she called and asked I was okay. That kinda made me mad at my ownself.

[Spooky]

I dont drink often but when I do I get a bit stupid lmao. I think with my smaller head and not the one on my shoulders. I've yet to to be dumb enough to text an ex