Tequila is worth the regrets. TSM.
Tequila is worth the regrets. TSM.
Waking up and realizing you made brunch plans with way too many people. 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.
No time for fuckboys. Plenty of time to fuck boys. TSTC.
Getting the entire bar to sing “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue” to your boyfriend when he gets home from Afghanistan. TSM.