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Do you drunk-dial?

Thursday, April 28, 2005

I got my first drunk-dial last night. For all the "just say no to drunk-dial" proponents, this one was actually a good drunk-dial...at least from my perspective. A little late (yes, I was actually asleep), but nevertheless, quite welcome. What's your best (or worst) drunk-dialing story? Share if you've got one. If you don't, check out SlackerTown.com. *Note: I am not responsible for offensive content on external websites. I'm sure it's out there, so if you don't want to hear it, don't click the link.

4/28/2005 09:14:00 AM :: ::
  • OK-Here's one for you and I SWEAR this actually happened. About 3 or 4 am, about 2 or 3 sixes and probably a dozen or so misc. shots of crap.
    "Frank won't give me my chainsaw!"
    I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

    By Blogger Helen, at 4/29/2005 08:37:00 PM


  • Ok, so I will break some preceptual rules. I was not drunk at the time, but it was funny (to us at least).
    In AIT (right after Basic), there was a guy who didn't know when to shut his mouth, always belligerent, and only sometimes witty about it. Needless to say people didn't like him. I know I am a big guy, (ahem.), but I am a lover more than a fighter. I got into 2 fights with the guy in 13 weeks. So, one day when we were all getting along, he asked if he could use my cell. I told him he could, and off he went to call home.
    Later on, I noticed that he called his mother and forgot to erase the number from my call history. Being the devilish instigator I am, I couldn't resist making one of those "what are you wearing now" phone calls. Mom played along:)

    Oh, and the sick joy one feels when you see his face the next day after he finds out about it....Priceless!

    By Blogger Dorman, at 6/23/2005 05:36:00 AM


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