Don't you love it when your boyfriend and his friend are drunk asses and you kick them out of your house at 7.15 on a Saturday night, 15 minutes before you all are supposed to be attending said drunk-ass friend's new girlfriend's party and you can't even fathom thinking about taking these two dumbasses to said party because for one thing your boyfriend's shirt has been ripped by said friend and neither of them can stand or speak straight? So you call said friend's new girlfriend and she invites you out anyway and is still totally cool even though new boyfriend is now wandering the streets with your boyfriend with the ripped shirt (like the blind leading the blind). And so the two of you live it up, mentioning maybe once what creeps both of your boyfriends are, and instead have the greatest night possible! Pay back's a bitch, baby!

BTW: You rock April!

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