can you please make sure there’s no tequila in sight? i have things to do tomorrow and i’m too busy to spend the day vomiting and begging for death. also, if we get to the point where i start ordering irish car bombs or telling you that i want to make out with the waitstaff, please cut me off. and please don’t let me flash the valet attendant – again.
trust me on this one…
the week long celebration starts now…
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