Sometimes on a good night out you can just feel the change in the air, were you know shit is about to go down. Its mostly (always) when everyone has had a few too many beers and bourbons and it's all about the "he said, she said". Its how fantastic nights become good nights, how good nights become alright nights, and alright nights become "do you remember that horrible night when shit went down. Last nights shennanigans resulted unfortunately in a good night. Ruined by the beers and bourbans and the "he said, she said".
We've all heard the line "oh but he was so drunk, he didn't mean it". I propose an immediate ban on this saying. Being drunk only allows you to do the things you have always wanted to do, but are to chicken shit to carry out when your'e sober. So you know that when you get into that punch up, youv'e always wanted to be that tough guy but without the fear of feeling actual pain when you get a reciprocative hit.
Anyway despite the obvious abundance of testoterone (or lack there of, depending on how you think about it), I did have a pretty fun night.
Dress (worn as a top): Supre, Pants: Temt, Hat: Sportsgirl.
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