As someone who’s gone to Emo Night twice (and is going again next month) I feel this article 100%. A chorus of drunk twentysomethings screaming the words to “Seventy Times Seven” is the closest I’ve come to pure bliss.
My NYE plan is drinking whiskey gingers and watching The Twilight Zone marathon in my underwear for 44 hours. Doesn’t cost me anything (besides, y’know, dignity)
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YOUR LIPSTICK, HIS COLLAR DON’T BOTHER ANGEL
My AIM away messages were RIDDLED WITH ANGST.
A very moody Sup to you.
This is like the plot of Hostel if Judd Apatow rewrote it.
As someone who’s gone to Emo Night twice (and is going again next month) I feel this article 100%. A chorus of drunk twentysomethings screaming the words to “Seventy Times Seven” is the closest I’ve come to pure bliss.
All of these can be effectively answered with “Because I’m broke.”
Once again you’ve killed it. Thank you for what you do.
Fart Lady is 100% going to die alone. You did well.
Drink a lot of water. Godspeed.
Shrimps.
Get you some dress sweatpants.
Ah yes the Lysistrata Approach.
Zlatan would definitely go out for beers with you after said ball-kicking though
The solution to this is getting your Twitter/Instagram bio tattooed on your forehead.
He also responded to an email I sent in 15 minutes so yes, Kiawah is a blessing.
The only don’t should be “make eye contact with her while she’s on the thigh abductor.”
The way she clearly doesn’t give a single fuck about what’s happening is amazing.
My NYE plan is drinking whiskey gingers and watching The Twilight Zone marathon in my underwear for 44 hours. Doesn’t cost me anything (besides, y’know, dignity)
“Quite honestly, I’m too happy, and it’s completely unacceptable.”
What the fuck is wrong with you
“Marriage is a duel to the death which no man of honour should decline.”
-Also Chesterton
Counterpoint: Just fucking ask.
The bowling alley in my hometown is right next to a strip club so I feel this 100%