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Saw this on Graham Norton last night and wanted to share: Texts From Last Night. Basically, people send in funny texts they sent while drunk the night before, or texts sent/received the morning after. Some of them are truly hilarious, and I have picked out a few to share, but click the link and check out the rest for yourself.
· apparently i saved myself a memo last night titled "cake" and all it says is "i love it so much"
· the story is to long to tell you via txt so when you notice the tattoo on your ass call me.
· I'm fucked up. I can't drink anymore. We stole a cat.
· woke up this morning with a big mac and chips on a plate, coke in a glass and a knife and fork AND NAPKIN waiting for me in front of my computer. PORN WAS ALREADY PLAYING. I LOVE DRUNK ME
· After a certain blood-alcohol level, the dog is in charge.
· In hindsight, the torn ligament in my knee is probably the fault of the ginbucket and jager bombs starting at 3pm. I guess I'll stop blaming it on you.
· gh answer your phone, you are the only one I know who'll be proud of what I woke up next to this morning .
· My ex came to my place while I was gone. Random things he took: snow shoes, my laundry quarters, a decorative picture, all my condiments, the container that held my rice and a sticker off my wallet. Then left a note saying he watered my plants and fed my cats. What. The. Fuck.
· listening to happy ending by mika while imagining him to run after me at an aiport in slow motion... also, dipping oreos in baileys. not taking this breakup well. at. all.
· apparently i saved myself a memo last night titled "cake" and all it says is "i love it so much"
· the story is to long to tell you via txt so when you notice the tattoo on your ass call me.
· I'm fucked up. I can't drink anymore. We stole a cat.
· woke up this morning with a big mac and chips on a plate, coke in a glass and a knife and fork AND NAPKIN waiting for me in front of my computer. PORN WAS ALREADY PLAYING. I LOVE DRUNK ME
· After a certain blood-alcohol level, the dog is in charge.
· In hindsight, the torn ligament in my knee is probably the fault of the ginbucket and jager bombs starting at 3pm. I guess I'll stop blaming it on you.
· gh answer your phone, you are the only one I know who'll be proud of what I woke up next to this morning .
· My ex came to my place while I was gone. Random things he took: snow shoes, my laundry quarters, a decorative picture, all my condiments, the container that held my rice and a sticker off my wallet. Then left a note saying he watered my plants and fed my cats. What. The. Fuck.
· listening to happy ending by mika while imagining him to run after me at an aiport in slow motion... also, dipping oreos in baileys. not taking this breakup well. at. all.