Totally mellow drunk.
Totally mellow drunk.
i love to crank the music and dance with my dogs....then for some reason im convinced EVERYONE in my phone needs a text on my current status which makes me forget im drinking then i raid the fridge and pass out and wake up with 2 dogs in paradise on the floor because ive left all sorts of treats out for them to barrage as i lay unconcious.....GOOD TIMES
....FYI....I WOULD LOVE TO PARTY WITH YOU BENDERBOY AND CUPID
BOT: I am a cheerful drunk, and my already low inhibitions are lowered further - the internal monologue setting is changed to "broadcast," political correctness is set to "off" so absolutely nothing is sacred, and I have been known to strip occasionally.
I'm told I'm more of a "regular guy", more amiable and easier to be around (probably because I'm so reserved in a sober state)
My friends tell me i start cackling like the joker, am funny but cruel and get hyper as shit.
I become more talkative and if I hear my type of music I'm killing the floor
Author of Lost in a Dream. If you want to make me smile, read it and tell me what you think.
^Two at least, and classy imported fare at that. I'm a cheap date, but not that cheap!
im apparently quite funny , and talk to anybody. Not argumentative thought and hate fighting, been swung at a few times but not returned a blow....until i get too drunk and then i just stand and stare like a mere cat (spelling?) . and iv got a thing for insisting on walking home even if im miles away.
.. and as im sure is pretty standard, try to have serious conversations and not say what you would when sober. Or be able to form a complex answer / answer
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Loopy and weird, -er than usual.
Drunk in gay village, I'll gladly give people items of my clothes, I lost my favourite shirt and don't remember where/who I gave it to, but friends told me I was more than happy to give my shirt to a random guy who I was getting friendly with.
I tend to be the talkative, silly, flirty drunk. I can also mellow out a drunk who is out of control (unless they are just being plain rude then I leave them alone).
Really depends on my mood on that day. If I'm havind a shitty day I can be a mean drunk. But mainly I'm just a happy, dancing and loving drunk who always wants to make out with someone.
I don't drink.
Happy first. Then romantic. Then I fall asleep.
Me Three, though there was this one time at the three month stint at a state university that I could not bring myself to get drunk, but was feeling left out as my whole floor in my dorm were getting completely plastered, so I sipped god-awful beer, cheap vodka, and killed time and eventually pretended to be drunk.
All so I could make out with the life of the party, a very flamboyant but seriously cool black dude. He was so drunk flirty and sensual. Yes, at that moment, homesick and depressed, I had no shame; I remembered every minute of it, who knows of he did?
I'll ready the stones, slings and arrows for the torch-bearing mob.
"Dear Sexy Knickers,
I don't half fancy you, meet me outside at five-thirty and we'll get it together!...Get wha-?" --Mrs. Slocombe, AYBS?
I haven't really drink to the point of being drunk before... in fact I barely drink. But when I'm tipsy, I'm slightly happier and talk a little more.
And then I puke....
I drink and have fun, but don't drink too much. I'm the guy that carries his drunk friends home and has them grope and try to kiss me and forget all about it in the morning. Damn Marines.
Easy to get into my pants when I'm drunk.
I tend to be a happy drunk but some people bring out my moody side, particularly my brother.
I'm a silly drunk.
Get me sauced up, and I don't remember a thing that I do...
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
Wild, Crazy, Energetic, Something I already am when sober but that x100 when I'm drunk which is why I don't drink lol
Got drunk last night with the LGBT society I go to every week. Somehow a few of them started to see if they could get me out of my comfort zone. They shouldn't try that when I'm drunk. Comfort zone doesn't exist then. Three guys did unspeakable and quite hot things to me last night.
discovered last night that my boyfriend is a belligerent drunk... he got into a huge argument with me over insisting that we were in Newark, NJ -- while standing 3 blocks away from the World Trade Center and across the street from a NYPD cop car. /facepalm
I'm usually just a quiet, introspective drunk. once I pass from tipsy/buzzed to full-on drunk, I mostly just want to be left alone so I can think.
I'm a happy drunk on everything but tequila. I want to love on everyone.
Put some tequila in my and I want to fight the biggest guy in the bar. Tequila has got my mouth in a couple places my ass couldn't pay
I've been told by more than one person that I'm a "happy drunk" but it is rather rarely I get drunk - about once every three to five years?? (I was last drunk at, I think, the Minneapolis JUB meet.)
I also remain cautious - as in "I know that I'm drunk and I'm going down these stairs, so I'd better be slow and I'd better use the handrail as much as I need to" - or the one and only time I was going to drive drunk, I went about fifteen feet, and said "Forget it, I can't do this..."
BOSS: I'm sorry, but I'll have to lay you and Jack off.
SUE: Can you just jack off? I feel like shit today.
Things that come to those who wait, are often left over from whoever got there first. (source: pharmaceutical spam 2007)
"I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do, because I notice it always coincides with their own desires" - Susan B. Anthony