They're all fun and games until one of you is sober.
Which is when, you're like.... what the fuck did I see in you in the first place? Really? We did that? Why did I allow this to happen.
Oh wait, I had my 2 am beer goggles on.
So now your at home, trying to enjoy a low key Saturday night, watching as your cell phone inbox is inundated with texts that are written in a language where "jkaxbjk" is a word. All you can decipher is that this dude is begging you to come over because he "really likes you right now." And it's not even 10 on a Saturday night. Hells to the no bitch.
Thus ends another sober Saturday night, wondering in disdain how you got yourself into this situation, vowing to never drink again, and contemplating printing out this handy agreement for future hookups.
Can't a girl get a break?
i wish the booty call agreement was written with slightly better English. Has it seen No Strings Attached?
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