(08-02-2021, 07:06 PM)Alex1759 Wrote: 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....

(08-02-2021, 08:14 PM)Party Pete Wrote: 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.

(08-02-2021, 08:22 PM)Jiggly Wrote:

(08-02-2021, 08:14 PM)Party Pete Wrote: 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.

(05-30-2021, 11:00 AM)Jiggly Wrote: 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!

(08-13-2021, 01:16 AM)botts Wrote:

(05-30-2021, 11:00 AM)Jiggly Wrote: 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.