To start your bar night, one often takes a well-deserved nap to prep for the night’s festivities.
Which, you wake up to your end of world exhaustion which dictates that you cannot possibly carry on, let alone make it to a bar scene in a couple hours…
You return to the dreaded mirror….
IS THIS MY FACE????????????????
REALLY?! REALLY WORLD?!
How. The fuck. Are we going to work with this.
But you do.
You end up with a final product of something liiiiiiiiiiike:
Your girlfriends text you asking what you’re wearing tonight…
Cute as hellllllllll.
No for real I have nothing to wear wtf are you bitches wearing?
They respond with somethinnnnnng along the lines of:
I fully support this.
Ok ok so you meet up with your girlfriends.
You’re like so are you guys wearing jackets? They respond with:
Oh true ok. I will follow that lead and also abandon said jacket.
But of course, the second you get there, you’re like:
Ahhhhhhh fuck way to GOOOOO Brit. NOW WE’RE ALL FREEZING OUR TITS OFF! Amber. Amber. Get out of the cab. Let’s GO. Alright well if you can’t walk in heels Chelsea why the FUCK did you wear them that sounds like a problem for you LET’S GOOOO We’re COLD & THIRSTY.
HUUUUGE bar line up.
Walk up to the bouncer like:
Ok so he sees something more along the lines of:
But he’s still down he sees the potential of you and your crew.
He lets you in.
You guys stroll up into the bar like:
Ohhhhh hell ya.
WHO THE FRICK IS YOUUUUUUU.
Ok whatever. Let’s get a drink ladies.
Y’all line up to the bar. In which the bartenders looks something liiiiike:
You’re a bit jealous, but you’re more likeeeeee:
You look good. Good as hell. You look like I need the gym.
Ok let’s remember how Megan Fox we are and go dance ladies.
Which is immediately interrupted by creepy bar guy.
Well helloooooo LADIES.
Please god no.
Get away from me.
You send your friend the “help search and rescue” signal.
Luckily she recovers you with the:
Oops. Sorry. She’s not interested.
So you ladies return to the dance floor.
So you keep dancing with your ladies…
Next thing you know you’re supporting Kristy who’s all:
oh my god.
Let’s not do that tonight.
I do NOT have your back I DO NOT HAVE YOUR BACK.
Every other girlfriend is watching like:
You calm her down, but Chelsea is off galavanting with a fuck boy.
She’s got moves like:
Oh boy. Return and Rescue situation.
Next thing you know fuckboys are hitting on YOU:
You try to share with them:
They don’t hear you because they are busy staring at your ass.
Here are your other options boys:
Yes, yes, my ass is incredible but so are her boobs.
Go on now.
Maybe even you get rejected for a second (HA!) :
You eventually round everyone up to discuss the need of drunk food.
Your favourite thing.
Love can be found among smoke’s poutine.