Black cats, open umbrellas, spilled salt, broken mirrors, and absolutely no mouth to mouth contact
I won’t cheat you, Indianapolis.
These are my confessions.
I rally with booze and learn the true meaning of Dubstep.
Yet another in a long series of excellent nights filled with the best music and people one could ever hope to be around.
I would totally have let my 12 year old son or daughter attend this party.
A fancy party for a fancy lady.
Getting drunk while the sun’s up is like making love to God with the lights on.
I really wanted to do some dancing at OMG but I just could not stop yawning.
My goal is not to hurt feelings.
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