Sunday: “I’m never drinking again.”
Tuesday: “Where’s my alcohol?” TSM.

Mastering the art of girl flirting. TSM.

Drinking is both the of root and the solution to all my problems. TSM.

Looking around the room for subtle clues as to what the hell happened last night. TSM.

Knowing you’ll give in, but making him beg anyway. TSM.

Learning someone’s name three nights in a row. TSM.

The best nights are generally the worst for your jewelry collection. TSM.

He may not have a six pack, but he does have a trust fund, and that’s kind of better, you know? TSM.