I wanna text you up.

Drunken texting is the downfall of many young women and men. I do it. You do it. We all do it. Do not act above the drunken text, do not claim to be infallible; you are weak, and hey, that's okay. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to accepting the beauty and the hilarity of a drunk text, be it dirty, incoherent or just purely stupid. This is a collection of the ridiculousness that we send. And I am all for equal opportunity embarrassment. I will reprint and regurgitate them completely verbatim, and completely without context. The [sic] is, of course, implied. Only the first initial of sender will be used. Pass along all entries to sarahcroberts at gmail dot com. The dirtier the better.

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