I’m so fucked up. They took my I.D. I don’t know anyone here. Are you getting another bottle? This is MY song! I came here to see you. I’m so hung over. He’s my boyfriend, you have to let him in. Where’s the bathroom? Can I borrow your wristband? I love this bar, it’s like Cheers. They party harder in Europe. He creeped me out. Can we smoke in here? I know the DJ. Where is there to go on a Saturday? Is he gay? I’m not paying to get in. My phone’s dead. I’m not photogenic. I added you on Facebook last week. Where’s the afterparty? I only drink sugar free Red Bull. I love you. Let’s go get breakfast. I work here. How are you getting home? The drinks are so expensive here. How’s my make-up? I don’t have to drink to have fun. Oh my God, it’s so hot downstairs. Excuse me, where’s coatcheck? I only have 2 dollars for a cab. I’m on the list. Lady Gaga is here. I never go to Brooklyn. I can’t drink tequila. Sorry, I don’t play hip-hop. Get her some water. This party was over 6 months ago. I can’t believe what time it is already. She hates me. You want a bump? My shoes hurt. You took my picture 3 years ago. Where can I get some of the ‘White Lady’? We broke up last week. I have to work tomorrow. I’m so fucked up.
whenever someone says any of above to you... you need to tell them...
bitch shut the fuck up
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