I do not like being drunk. Plus I hate going to the bathroom. Sometimes I play downstairs with my little sister and I laugh like a crazy old man. I do not want to drink too much wine and spend money on just wine because I’ll start to whine all the time.
Josiah
A man was drunken, so he was a butt chicken poop head drunk man. And he never ever heard about a single drunken man, even though he was drunk. Plus I never want to be a poop head, so I play with my teddy a lot and it’s fun. And people who are drunken really do not like being drunk, even though I never have.
Samuel
The man in the yellow shirt swayed through the crowd like a common drunk. I watched from my tower with minor disgust. Couldn’t they have picked anyone else? It didn’t really matter, I guess, that was the signal.
I grew up thinking that alcohol = bad. And that anyone who drank any liquor at all was sinning. It was difficult to reconcile the fact that seemingly nice people, like neighbor Larry Book, could also be sinning by drinking. I kind of assumed that anyone who drank anything would at some point in a drunken state.
Oh the countless drunken nights of my college days. Although there were so many times that I had fun, I think there are so many women who are struggling with their self-confidence, and they get into a drunken stupor, and get themselves wrapped up in guilt and regret over a dalliance with some drunk, gross, fratty boy. But, experience, I guess! Except for that one time…
Last night mu uncle was a drunken mess. He was falling all oner the place. He did even know what his name was. I thought to myself I will never be a drunken
Ashley Cocuzza
I wrinkle my nose in disgust at the alcoholic scent emanating from his clothing. Drunk. I should’ve known. And just when I need him the most. I shake his shoulders, trying to wake him from his stupor. No luck. I guess I’ll have to stop the wedding by myself.
Grace
i was a drunken mess again. I guess I always was. I just wanted to escape reality but I just amplified it.
pp
Drunken fools are there by them selves in a world full of them. The word drunken explains these fools. They can be smart rich poor dumb. But fools non the less. It doesn’t matter what they are or who.
As he stumbled through the door in a drunken stupor, he realized that there may be a problem. There were no lights on anywhere in the house; usually she was waiting for him. He started to look around and found that the place was void of anything that did not belong to him.
I watched a video last night. it was a girl who kept drunkenly saying “i like tacos, candy, monkeys, and feet.”
Alexis
The bloody tracks in the snow led in a drunken, meandering line to the deer. Shot. Dead.
Cat
He was as excited as a drunken sailor on leave. Evan ran towards home like his life depended on it. He had to her how much he loved her and how much he needed her and he needed her to know this yesterday. Hopefully, it wasn’t too late.
When the apostles received the Holy Ghost on the day of Pentecost, on lookers thought they were drunken.
Christine S.Cone
he was drunk and he was blatantly aware of it. his head was pounding unbelievably with the worst headache he’d ever had. god why did he ever agree to that party? he regretted so much, but this is what he regretted most, letting reagan drag him along and get wasted.
the truth was simple. love or not, it didn’t matter. they were drunk on each other, intoxicated by each other’s presence, addicted to one another beyond any rehabilitation. perhaps it was nothing more than drunken infatuation, perhaps it was lust. it didn’t matter. they would always be pulled together and always tear each other apart.
There was a party on Saturday night everyone was invited to. Everyone you could think of showed up. Almost everyone at the party made bad decisions and got drunk. This was a drunken party. Later the party got busted and the drunken party was now over.
shayda hashemi
I tend to think of the drunken sailor, who lives his life in exaggeration. He tends to let things get out of control. The alcohol changes him to do things more mindlessly and selfish, living for what benefits him.
Nick Propst
A man who has had too much alcohol. This could also happen to a female, but much quicker, and much more unpredictable. People can be dangerous, if they are drunk.
Austin
Malachy is a drunken man. He likes to drink every day. Whenever he recieves money he wastes it on alcohol
Audra Cadoret
His pretty brown eyes were bloodshot, and when he spoke, it sounds like he had chewing gum in his mouth. When she leaned in, he draped his arm around her back to pull her closer until their foreheads rested against each other. “I lurv you,” he whispered with a goofy smile. She snickered and shook her head. “Sure you do. Tell me that again when you’re sober tomorrow.”
it was love an it was intoxicating. it was the drunken feeling of happiness that came from being near each other. love was their drug and they were addicted beyond rehabilitation.
darkermagic
HIs vision was hazy and he couldnt move his limbs. it felt like he was under a mountain of rock that couldnt be lifted away. he staggered, barely crossing a few steps before he collapsed to the ground again. The lights seemed to flicker on and off and he could feel a dampness on the front of his shirt.
radha
the glas in front of him was empty again. As fast as he could he got to the sink and filled it up again.
running really wasn’t his cup of tea, especially in this heat.
It was a tuesday night at the pub, toonie tuesdays as I like to call them! Two dollar beers, it doesn’t get much better than that. Its a 100 year old house, maybe more, where the local pub is. An old deck that might cave in one day over looks a cute little river that runs through my small town, and one day that old deck will cave in. I swear it. Probably a Tuesday because Tuesdays are quite popular around here. There were two drunken old men sitting at the bar, I’d never seen them around town before. They weren’t elderly, by any means, but since I’m only 21 they seem old to me, which is why I found it so creepy when I noticed them starring. I looked at them expecting them to glance away, like a normal person might do. They kept staring, and it gave me the heebie jeebies. I tried to ignore it and get on with my night, “Another round over here please!” I shouted to the bartender. She brought over 3 more beers for my friends and I, and informed me that the two men at the bar had picked up my tab. Not my friends tabs, just mine. I told her to tell them thanks, but I’d like to pay for my own tab. I didn’t want to feel as though I owed them anything, even though being in college has really taken a toll on my very small bank account.
jensen
i like to drunk but i don’t know when i am out of my limit i will do mad thing, so next day i feel very bad, so i decide to stop drink but i can’t… because of this drink i faced many problems.
alaksraj
Drunk, it is often related with unconsciousness, that is why when peter saw his guardian home, drunk,the first thing he did was giving him a cup of tea. Mr Owen smiled and refused, but he gave him a hug and told he everything will be okay.
That is when the Nazi bomb arrived.
aves
Drunken in love. But even then she knows that once morning come, her clear-headed-self will take control and what happened tonight will be just another blurred memory. Not forgotten, but cannot be remembered either.
Ha! I’m reminded of this girl who flipped off a whole crowd once. It’d been a spectacle for sure. I witnessed this moment of “transcendence,” if you will, at a punk show. She might have been in a drunken stupor, or perhaps she experienced a searing moment of clarity, either way, she was by far the realest person in there. Whether she was this bad ass in her day to day life, who knew? And in the moment it really didn’t matter. Because what she’d done changed the tone dramatically. And after a moment or two, the atmosphere morphed, reconfigured itself as it were, and it became charged. With exactly “what” I could not say, but it was something both the crowd and the stage fed off of – whatever happened next, the feeling seemed to say, it was meant to be.
The drunken waffle was feeling very saucy. That is, anti saucy. Everything becomes contradictory to the waffle. His long time lover maple syrup was pissed because of the lack of alcohol content in her ingredient list. Sugar was her master and she wasn’t allow to tangle with anyone else.
“So what happened?” inquired Edna. “Old Howie go off on the barkeep in a drunken rage again?”
Howie was fast asleep on the couch, with Ursula nursing a cut on his jaw with a pack of frozen peas. I just sat back and exhaled, cracking open a can of cheap beer.
“Not the barkeep, no,” I replied. “Some neighbor from his childhood, Owen or something? He showed up, and all Hell broke loose. Guess they had some sort of past rivalry or grudge or whatever.”
Belinda Roddie
The moment was here and then it was gone. The drunken haze was obliterated by a startled consciousness that released a message into the sky. Now I am here, he thought, now I have arrived.
Michael Castro
Haha drunken…well now bad…before it was silly, supposed to be with friends. Now based on experience, knowledge, truth, know that drunken ends up in badness…and I’m happy for that realization. Big improvement. Ha I was just pondering over substance abuse today
pandacaleinte
The drunken crowd pounded against the glass doors, screaming for their watched back, or their wallets, or whatever meager valuables they possessed. The woman behind the glass swallowed hard and began reconsidering her choice in pickings.
The man stumbled into the living room in a sloppy, drunken mess. He was far too intoxicated to scout the room or what he could see of the living room from his point of view for his wife, who was known to be something of an anti-alcohol freak, but it didn’t matter anyhow; she was nowhere to be seen.
That was a good thing. He had needed those drinks. Ever since Romulus had gotten so sick, nothing seemed to be the same, except for the love . . . but even that was painful.
I do not like being drunk. Plus I hate going to the bathroom. Sometimes I play downstairs with my little sister and I laugh like a crazy old man. I do not want to drink too much wine and spend money on just wine because I’ll start to whine all the time.
A man was drunken, so he was a butt chicken poop head drunk man. And he never ever heard about a single drunken man, even though he was drunk. Plus I never want to be a poop head, so I play with my teddy a lot and it’s fun. And people who are drunken really do not like being drunk, even though I never have.
The man in the yellow shirt swayed through the crowd like a common drunk. I watched from my tower with minor disgust. Couldn’t they have picked anyone else? It didn’t really matter, I guess, that was the signal.
I grew up thinking that alcohol = bad. And that anyone who drank any liquor at all was sinning. It was difficult to reconcile the fact that seemingly nice people, like neighbor Larry Book, could also be sinning by drinking. I kind of assumed that anyone who drank anything would at some point in a drunken state.
Oh the countless drunken nights of my college days. Although there were so many times that I had fun, I think there are so many women who are struggling with their self-confidence, and they get into a drunken stupor, and get themselves wrapped up in guilt and regret over a dalliance with some drunk, gross, fratty boy. But, experience, I guess! Except for that one time…
Last night mu uncle was a drunken mess. He was falling all oner the place. He did even know what his name was. I thought to myself I will never be a drunken
I wrinkle my nose in disgust at the alcoholic scent emanating from his clothing. Drunk. I should’ve known. And just when I need him the most. I shake his shoulders, trying to wake him from his stupor. No luck. I guess I’ll have to stop the wedding by myself.
i was a drunken mess again. I guess I always was. I just wanted to escape reality but I just amplified it.
Drunken fools are there by them selves in a world full of them. The word drunken explains these fools. They can be smart rich poor dumb. But fools non the less. It doesn’t matter what they are or who.
Don’t have a glass to bring you up.
A drunken mess- I wish that was not something to aspire to.
Get drunk off love- off emotion- off life.
Then have a glass to bring you back down, not to falsely bring you up.
As he stumbled through the door in a drunken stupor, he realized that there may be a problem. There were no lights on anywhere in the house; usually she was waiting for him. He started to look around and found that the place was void of anything that did not belong to him.
I watched a video last night. it was a girl who kept drunkenly saying “i like tacos, candy, monkeys, and feet.”
The bloody tracks in the snow led in a drunken, meandering line to the deer. Shot. Dead.
He was as excited as a drunken sailor on leave. Evan ran towards home like his life depended on it. He had to her how much he loved her and how much he needed her and he needed her to know this yesterday. Hopefully, it wasn’t too late.
When the apostles received the Holy Ghost on the day of Pentecost, on lookers thought they were drunken.
he was drunk and he was blatantly aware of it. his head was pounding unbelievably with the worst headache he’d ever had. god why did he ever agree to that party? he regretted so much, but this is what he regretted most, letting reagan drag him along and get wasted.
the truth was simple. love or not, it didn’t matter. they were drunk on each other, intoxicated by each other’s presence, addicted to one another beyond any rehabilitation. perhaps it was nothing more than drunken infatuation, perhaps it was lust. it didn’t matter. they would always be pulled together and always tear each other apart.
Drunken and drugged he stumbled towards the door, muttering about all that had lead to this state of affairs.
Would he make it home in time or would it be too late yet again and this time for good it would be lost.
Then he felt it coming from deep below a shudder a tremble he new it from days of old…
There was a party on Saturday night everyone was invited to. Everyone you could think of showed up. Almost everyone at the party made bad decisions and got drunk. This was a drunken party. Later the party got busted and the drunken party was now over.
I tend to think of the drunken sailor, who lives his life in exaggeration. He tends to let things get out of control. The alcohol changes him to do things more mindlessly and selfish, living for what benefits him.
A man who has had too much alcohol. This could also happen to a female, but much quicker, and much more unpredictable. People can be dangerous, if they are drunk.
Malachy is a drunken man. He likes to drink every day. Whenever he recieves money he wastes it on alcohol
His pretty brown eyes were bloodshot, and when he spoke, it sounds like he had chewing gum in his mouth. When she leaned in, he draped his arm around her back to pull her closer until their foreheads rested against each other. “I lurv you,” he whispered with a goofy smile. She snickered and shook her head. “Sure you do. Tell me that again when you’re sober tomorrow.”
it was love an it was intoxicating. it was the drunken feeling of happiness that came from being near each other. love was their drug and they were addicted beyond rehabilitation.
HIs vision was hazy and he couldnt move his limbs. it felt like he was under a mountain of rock that couldnt be lifted away. he staggered, barely crossing a few steps before he collapsed to the ground again. The lights seemed to flicker on and off and he could feel a dampness on the front of his shirt.
the glas in front of him was empty again. As fast as he could he got to the sink and filled it up again.
running really wasn’t his cup of tea, especially in this heat.
It was a tuesday night at the pub, toonie tuesdays as I like to call them! Two dollar beers, it doesn’t get much better than that. Its a 100 year old house, maybe more, where the local pub is. An old deck that might cave in one day over looks a cute little river that runs through my small town, and one day that old deck will cave in. I swear it. Probably a Tuesday because Tuesdays are quite popular around here. There were two drunken old men sitting at the bar, I’d never seen them around town before. They weren’t elderly, by any means, but since I’m only 21 they seem old to me, which is why I found it so creepy when I noticed them starring. I looked at them expecting them to glance away, like a normal person might do. They kept staring, and it gave me the heebie jeebies. I tried to ignore it and get on with my night, “Another round over here please!” I shouted to the bartender. She brought over 3 more beers for my friends and I, and informed me that the two men at the bar had picked up my tab. Not my friends tabs, just mine. I told her to tell them thanks, but I’d like to pay for my own tab. I didn’t want to feel as though I owed them anything, even though being in college has really taken a toll on my very small bank account.
i like to drunk but i don’t know when i am out of my limit i will do mad thing, so next day i feel very bad, so i decide to stop drink but i can’t… because of this drink i faced many problems.
Drunk, it is often related with unconsciousness, that is why when peter saw his guardian home, drunk,the first thing he did was giving him a cup of tea. Mr Owen smiled and refused, but he gave him a hug and told he everything will be okay.
That is when the Nazi bomb arrived.
Drunken in love. But even then she knows that once morning come, her clear-headed-self will take control and what happened tonight will be just another blurred memory. Not forgotten, but cannot be remembered either.
The man sat in the corner, he was crying. the tall slender figure slithered around him in an inhumanly manner.
Drunken. Edified. Broken. This is the life, the life that I know. Let me go and I will show you the way.
Ha! I’m reminded of this girl who flipped off a whole crowd once. It’d been a spectacle for sure. I witnessed this moment of “transcendence,” if you will, at a punk show. She might have been in a drunken stupor, or perhaps she experienced a searing moment of clarity, either way, she was by far the realest person in there. Whether she was this bad ass in her day to day life, who knew? And in the moment it really didn’t matter. Because what she’d done changed the tone dramatically. And after a moment or two, the atmosphere morphed, reconfigured itself as it were, and it became charged. With exactly “what” I could not say, but it was something both the crowd and the stage fed off of – whatever happened next, the feeling seemed to say, it was meant to be.
The drunken waffle was feeling very saucy. That is, anti saucy. Everything becomes contradictory to the waffle. His long time lover maple syrup was pissed because of the lack of alcohol content in her ingredient list. Sugar was her master and she wasn’t allow to tangle with anyone else.
i drank it like water, like it was a necessity.
“So what happened?” inquired Edna. “Old Howie go off on the barkeep in a drunken rage again?”
Howie was fast asleep on the couch, with Ursula nursing a cut on his jaw with a pack of frozen peas. I just sat back and exhaled, cracking open a can of cheap beer.
“Not the barkeep, no,” I replied. “Some neighbor from his childhood, Owen or something? He showed up, and all Hell broke loose. Guess they had some sort of past rivalry or grudge or whatever.”
The moment was here and then it was gone. The drunken haze was obliterated by a startled consciousness that released a message into the sky. Now I am here, he thought, now I have arrived.
Haha drunken…well now bad…before it was silly, supposed to be with friends. Now based on experience, knowledge, truth, know that drunken ends up in badness…and I’m happy for that realization. Big improvement. Ha I was just pondering over substance abuse today
The drunken crowd pounded against the glass doors, screaming for their watched back, or their wallets, or whatever meager valuables they possessed. The woman behind the glass swallowed hard and began reconsidering her choice in pickings.
The man stumbled into the living room in a sloppy, drunken mess. He was far too intoxicated to scout the room or what he could see of the living room from his point of view for his wife, who was known to be something of an anti-alcohol freak, but it didn’t matter anyhow; she was nowhere to be seen.
That was a good thing. He had needed those drinks. Ever since Romulus had gotten so sick, nothing seemed to be the same, except for the love . . . but even that was painful.