after somebody popped the cork, I felt obligated to drink the rest... and I was already on my way to a happy buzz... now I'm somewhat incoherent... but
why would somebody bring $100 bottle of champagne with them to a fucking kid's halloween get-together?
one day we'll understand how black t-shirt = bag of tits.
so loose fitting jeans on a guy are "mom jeans"?
I need to rethink my wardrobe...
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