It's Sunday morning. The perfect day to relax, drink some coffee and read a book. WRONG. Sundays are for hungover college kids to look back on their choices and reevaluate the decision making of their Saturday night. Everybody's been there, no shame whatsoever. Who doesn't enjoy having a boozy weekend and then try to piece back the puzzle of their blurry night? "Where did we go last night?" "How did we get there?" "I don't remember eating tacos?"
I'm sure you and your roommate have probably said these things to each other after a night out of drinking:
What happened last night?
I think I'm still drunk.
Want to get McDonalds for breakfast?
I can't decide if I need to throw up...
Yup. Definitely need to throw up.
OMG I ran into (insert crush's name) at the bars.
I'm never drinking again.
How many shots did we take?
I need water.
Did we take any cute pictures?
Oh god...what did I put on my Snap story?
Who's this "Chris" that just texted me?
I need help.
I shattered my phone screen.
I lost my dignity.
Why does it have to be Monday tomorrow?
Want to watch movies all day?
Where's the Pedialyte at?
So, same thing again next weekend?
Absolut-ly
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