Bars. Drinks. Blurs. Your night fades into one big mess, and you're stuck with the girl you took home while wearing your fancy, expensive beer goggles. You call up your best friend and ask how to get out of this one without having forced company during breakfast. You say the usual, my sister and needs a ride to work, and of course, it always works. The acting through a phone conversation makes great memories for future laughs and snazzy jokes. I guess you should have listened to her when she told you to spend the night sitting next to a cute girl at the library- her. Enough Said.
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