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.
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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.
“Dad?”
whaaaaat
“Frank won’t give me my chainsaw!”
I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.
Peace
Comment by Helen — April 29, 2005 @ 8:37 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!
Comment by Dorman — June 23, 2005 @ 5:36 am |