First of all, I misjudged you gin . I really did. You don’t make me want to vomit at all. You are actually quite nice in really fancy pants, fine crafted cocktails. So my apologies. Now that that’s out of the way…
Hypothetically speaking, what does a girl do when she ends up not having to work one night and her boyfriend is out of town? Sees this.
She’s not proud, just stating the facts. Then said girl goes and has a bunch of cocktails with her bandmate at a cute place called Sweet Afton in Queens and eats 2 baskets of fried pickles.
Again, no pride. Then perhaps she’ll come home, have insomnia and watch this at 4 in the morning.
Being a girl is tough yall.