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So what brought this topic on? Well, yesterday I drunk dialed my mom. So here's a poem appraising drunk dialing because sometimes, we just have to accept the consequences and laugh it off.
Ode to Drunk Dialing
Give me back my phone
I’m not drunk, I swear
I want to call my ex
And tell him I still love him,
And I still care
I’ve only had ten beers
And a shot or two
But I’m sure I’m sober enough
To tell my boss and yell
F*** you
Well let me just dial my friend
So he can drive me back
what’s wrong with these buttons
they’re all out of wack
Don’t worry, I got it,
703-216-4235…
“Hey Taylor I’m drunk,
I can’t possibly drive,
So can you…
“What? What do you mean you’re not Taylor
Then who did I call”
So I look back on my phone
Oh my god, “hey dad…
I was just kidding, I’m not drunk at all…”
Drunk Dialing is funny
And you should do it once in awhile
So for your mild entertainment
remember
Friends should let friends drunk dial.







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