Fifty shades of blackout. TSM.
Fifty shades of blackout. TSM.
“I just like him so much that I feel like I’ve had ten drinks today. And I’ve only had six.” -Phoebe Buffay. TSM.
Shopping for the little you don’t even have yet. TSM.
We’ve hooked up like four times now, so we’re basically engaged. TSM.
The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.
Remembering the night by what you wore, not what you did. TSM.
Last one to get ready. First one to get drunk. TSM.