I would totally have let my 12 year old son or daughter attend this party.
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.
I find I reach the best destinations not when driving, not when walking, but when stumbling.
I ain’t no fancy pants. In fact, my pants are probably the least fancy thing about me.
I got stupid drunk and I don’t even remember taking the last 300 pictures. Luckily I’m an amazing photographer so they all came out awesome. I think I could take mind-blowingly good photographs literally in my sleep.
This isn’t about Burlesque so much as it is about how much I’m starting to like these girls.
I cannot seem to be sober when someone explains this to me.
